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You know that stuff, I Can't Believe It's Not Butter? Well, I can't believe it's not butter.
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1! 2! 3! 4! I declare a pun war!
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I hate dairy puns. I butter not hear anymore.
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@Phrax You are totally fine, hun, take your time. I'm happy to be patient. I'vegot a couple other intros I'm working on, too. The Urbexer is finally giving me info on who he is haha
The Dramatis Personae
The Night Library
The library itself. It almost has a consciousness as it observes the adventures that can happen within.
The Assistant Librarian
She is almost the epitome of a librarian. Her dark hair is twisted back in a low bun, but no matter how many times the library patrons see her tucking the wisps that escape at the side of her face back into the bun, they always slip back out to frame her face. She wears rectangular glasses that sit low on her nose. Her no-nonsense expression seems to hint at her inner strength, but the tiniest curve at the corners of her mouth betray a barely contained amusement at some private joke. Dark eyes stare out through the glasses with a sharpness that might cut you. Her clothes always stay in the same understated fashion in greys, whites, blacks and browns, but somewhere on her is always a hidden pop of color. Her well tailored vest sports anametag that simply states "Asst. Librarian". She seems to move with complete silence and only adds to the mystical and disconcerting aura of the library itself.
The Urbexer
TBD
The Night Library
The library itself. It almost has a consciousness as it observes the adventures that can happen within.
The Assistant Librarian
She is almost the epitome of a librarian. Her dark hair is twisted back in a low bun, but no matter how many times the library patrons see her tucking the wisps that escape at the side of her face back into the bun, they always slip back out to frame her face. She wears rectangular glasses that sit low on her nose. Her no-nonsense expression seems to hint at her inner strength, but the tiniest curve at the corners of her mouth betray a barely contained amusement at some private joke. Dark eyes stare out through the glasses with a sharpness that might cut you. Her clothes always stay in the same understated fashion in greys, whites, blacks and browns, but somewhere on her is always a hidden pop of color. Her well tailored vest sports anametag that simply states "Asst. Librarian". She seems to move with complete silence and only adds to the mystical and disconcerting aura of the library itself.
The Urbexer
TBD
Dramatis Personae
The Night Library
The library itself. It almost has a consciousness as it observes the adventures that can happen within.
The Assistant Librarian
She is almost the epitome of a librarian. Her dark hair is twisted back in a low bun, but no matter how many times the library patrons see her tucking the wisps that escape at the side of her face back into the bun, they always slip back out to frame her face. She wears rectangular glasses that sit low on her nose. Her no-nonsense expression seems to hint at her inner strength, but the tiniest curve at the corners of her mouth betray a barely contained amusement at some private joke. Dark eyes stare out through the glasses with a sharpness that might cut you. Her clothes always stay in the same understated fashion in greys, whites, blacks and browns, but somewhere on her is always a hidden pop of color. Her well tailored vest sports anametag that simply states "Asst. Librarian". She seems to move with complete silence and only adds to the mystical and disconcerting aura of the library itself.
The Urbexer
TBD
The Night Library
The library itself. It almost has a consciousness as it observes the adventures that can happen within.
The Assistant Librarian
She is almost the epitome of a librarian. Her dark hair is twisted back in a low bun, but no matter how many times the library patrons see her tucking the wisps that escape at the side of her face back into the bun, they always slip back out to frame her face. She wears rectangular glasses that sit low on her nose. Her no-nonsense expression seems to hint at her inner strength, but the tiniest curve at the corners of her mouth betray a barely contained amusement at some private joke. Dark eyes stare out through the glasses with a sharpness that might cut you. Her clothes always stay in the same understated fashion in greys, whites, blacks and browns, but somewhere on her is always a hidden pop of color. Her well tailored vest sports anametag that simply states "Asst. Librarian". She seems to move with complete silence and only adds to the mystical and disconcerting aura of the library itself.
The Urbexer
TBD
The night always seemed to fall a bit quicker near the outskirts of town. Buildings that had long lost their inhabitants leaned quietly, letting the darkness ease over them like a cooling wave. The trees that had been allowed to grow up unattended embraced the walls, offering support where society had withdrawn it.
Some buildings stood on their own, with a moat of overgrown weeds protecting them. Others jutted into each other, like a gathering of frightened children. Only some people still lived in this area. The town itseld had seemed to migrate, and while it was still technically within the city limits, it seemed as though the people had moved on. Forgotten it.
The town wasn't central enough to sell the land as prime real estate. It wasn't wealthy enough to rebuild the area. So instead, they turned away and let the neighborhood sit empty.
On the north end, on a street that used to be called Wild Willow Road, in a cluster of buildings that no one quite remembered the history of, stood a darkened grey and brown building. It was reminiscent of a house in the elegant, boarded up doors and windows. It looked like an office building in its solid, structural lines. But it watched, like the old witch of the neighborhood, as the cats and birds and possums came and went, as the transient sought shelter in the houses nearby, and as the reckless adventurers stared up at it in curiousity, daring them to try and breach it's borders.
It stood, and it stared, and it waited, and it watched, protecting the precious treasures of ink and paper as the shadows slowly lengthened.
Once the night fell, the tiniest pinpricks of light appeared, barely discernable. But all those nearby could feel the sudden influx of life wafting into the streets and alleys. And only the most daring let it beckon to them.
Some buildings stood on their own, with a moat of overgrown weeds protecting them. Others jutted into each other, like a gathering of frightened children. Only some people still lived in this area. The town itseld had seemed to migrate, and while it was still technically within the city limits, it seemed as though the people had moved on. Forgotten it.
The town wasn't central enough to sell the land as prime real estate. It wasn't wealthy enough to rebuild the area. So instead, they turned away and let the neighborhood sit empty.
On the north end, on a street that used to be called Wild Willow Road, in a cluster of buildings that no one quite remembered the history of, stood a darkened grey and brown building. It was reminiscent of a house in the elegant, boarded up doors and windows. It looked like an office building in its solid, structural lines. But it watched, like the old witch of the neighborhood, as the cats and birds and possums came and went, as the transient sought shelter in the houses nearby, and as the reckless adventurers stared up at it in curiousity, daring them to try and breach it's borders.
It stood, and it stared, and it waited, and it watched, protecting the precious treasures of ink and paper as the shadows slowly lengthened.
Once the night fell, the tiniest pinpricks of light appeared, barely discernable. But all those nearby could feel the sudden influx of life wafting into the streets and alleys. And only the most daring let it beckon to them.
The Prologue
The night always seemed to fall a bit quicker near the outskirts of town. Buildings that had long lost their inhabitants leaned quietly, letting the darkness ease over them like a cooling wave. The trees that had been allowed to grow up unattended embraced the walls, offering support where society had withdrawn it.
Some buildings stood on their own, with a moat of overgrown weeds protecting them. Others jutted into each other, like a gathering of frightened children. Only some people still lived in this area. The town itseld had seemed to migrate, and while it was still technically within the city limits, it seemed as though the people had moved on. Forgotten it.
The town wasn't central enough to sell the land as prime real estate. It wasn't wealthy enough to rebuild the area. So instead, they turned away and let the neighborhood sit empty.
On the north end, on a street that used to be called Wild Willow Road, in a cluster of buildings that no one quite remembered the history of, stood a darkened grey and brown building. It was reminiscent of a house in the elegant, boarded up doors and windows. It looked like an office building in its solid, structural lines. But it watched, like the old witch of the neighborhood, as the cats and birds and possums came and went, as the transient sought shelter in the houses nearby, and as the reckless adventurers stared up at it in curiousity, daring them to try and breach it's borders.
It stood, and it stared, and it waited, and it watched, protecting the precious treasures of ink and paper as the shadows slowly lengthened.
Once the night fell, the tiniest pinpricks of light appeared, barely discernable. But all those nearby could feel the sudden influx of life wafting into the streets and alleys. And only the most daring let it beckon to them.
The night always seemed to fall a bit quicker near the outskirts of town. Buildings that had long lost their inhabitants leaned quietly, letting the darkness ease over them like a cooling wave. The trees that had been allowed to grow up unattended embraced the walls, offering support where society had withdrawn it.
Some buildings stood on their own, with a moat of overgrown weeds protecting them. Others jutted into each other, like a gathering of frightened children. Only some people still lived in this area. The town itseld had seemed to migrate, and while it was still technically within the city limits, it seemed as though the people had moved on. Forgotten it.
The town wasn't central enough to sell the land as prime real estate. It wasn't wealthy enough to rebuild the area. So instead, they turned away and let the neighborhood sit empty.
On the north end, on a street that used to be called Wild Willow Road, in a cluster of buildings that no one quite remembered the history of, stood a darkened grey and brown building. It was reminiscent of a house in the elegant, boarded up doors and windows. It looked like an office building in its solid, structural lines. But it watched, like the old witch of the neighborhood, as the cats and birds and possums came and went, as the transient sought shelter in the houses nearby, and as the reckless adventurers stared up at it in curiousity, daring them to try and breach it's borders.
It stood, and it stared, and it waited, and it watched, protecting the precious treasures of ink and paper as the shadows slowly lengthened.
Once the night fell, the tiniest pinpricks of light appeared, barely discernable. But all those nearby could feel the sudden influx of life wafting into the streets and alleys. And only the most daring let it beckon to them.
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The Wayward Cafe and The Night Library- Slice of Life (with a twist of mystery zest)
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7 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Omg another slice of life rp!
Personal note first: I'm looking for a partner who can be a bit patient with me. I'm battling a chronic illness and sometimes my medicine makes it difficult for me to read screens. I hope to respond a couple times a week, but at least once a week.
Also, typos happen. Don't get uppity. Seriously, I try to stay pretty relaxed and would like a partner that can do the same. Just want to have fun, right?
Now, onto ideas! Note: Just because it's slice of life doesn't mean it can't have elements of the fantastical. ;)
The Wayward Cafe:
Mysteries in the Stacks:
Those are the two I've been turning around in my head. I'll add more ideas as I go. Want to be sure they're interestingbefore pitching them here.
Feel free to respond here or send me a PM. I prefer RPing in PMs but can do j just fine in a forum.
Personal note first: I'm looking for a partner who can be a bit patient with me. I'm battling a chronic illness and sometimes my medicine makes it difficult for me to read screens. I hope to respond a couple times a week, but at least once a week.
Also, typos happen. Don't get uppity. Seriously, I try to stay pretty relaxed and would like a partner that can do the same. Just want to have fun, right?
Now, onto ideas! Note: Just because it's slice of life doesn't mean it can't have elements of the fantastical. ;)
The Wayward Cafe:
Mysteries in the Stacks:
Those are the two I've been turning around in my head. I'll add more ideas as I go. Want to be sure they're interestingbefore pitching them here.
Feel free to respond here or send me a PM. I prefer RPing in PMs but can do j just fine in a forum.
I imagine the sounds of Nancy singing in the recreation room might attract the guards attention?
Nancy smiled when she saw Sasha walk into the recreation room. He had been awake, after all. She waved, but didn't speak. He seemed to want to be silent and she wanted to respect that. When Xander settled onto the couch next to her, she hid a smile with a handful of popcorn.
A piece fell down her shirt... of course. She finished crunching the handful that hadn't tried to escape and reached in to retrieve the renegade kernel and tossed it onto the table. She hoped no one noticed.
The music was fantastic. She couldn't help but sing along when some of the songs started. When "Shake Your Tail Feathers" came on, she sang the whole song while doing a goofy dance akin to the dance being done on the cars in the movie. She wasn't loud, but she couldn't not sing to that song.
"Come on! You have to know the song!" She said to everyone when she saw them not singing to it.
A piece fell down her shirt... of course. She finished crunching the handful that hadn't tried to escape and reached in to retrieve the renegade kernel and tossed it onto the table. She hoped no one noticed.
The music was fantastic. She couldn't help but sing along when some of the songs started. When "Shake Your Tail Feathers" came on, she sang the whole song while doing a goofy dance akin to the dance being done on the cars in the movie. She wasn't loud, but she couldn't not sing to that song.
"Come on! You have to know the song!" She said to everyone when she saw them not singing to it.
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Traditional Irish Pub Thread - Americans fleeing Trump welcome!
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
You can my friend, first round is on me since we just opened, but next time I'll be putting it on your tab!
Thanks! I imagine my tab will get pretty darn hefty soon.
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