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If your writing partner goes radio silent with absolutely 0 warning, yeah you can go ahead n shelve it. You probably got ghosted for one reason or another. It happens.
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I apologize for inactivity - muse has been elsewhere lately. I will reply to RPs here asap
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You're doing great kid, just b r e a t h e -
Also yeah, there's a character limit. It's 150,000 characters. I've never hit it for a post tho, so it's unlikely you'll need to worry about it unless you start writing novels or somethin' for posts lol
Also yeah, there's a character limit. It's 150,000 characters. I've never hit it for a post tho, so it's unlikely you'll need to worry about it unless you start writing novels or somethin' for posts lol
Deadlines r cool and good. Every two weeks at a minimum would keep us moving but its a little more forgiving to slower posters than once a week.
How dare you betray me, Maxx. I thought we were friends.
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deadlines are the bane of my existence.
Location: Rushford, Ohio -- O'Neal Family Tavern
Date: May 15th, 2019
Percy had remained silent up to this point - though Damien making the omelettes made him feel a little.. guilty, on top of all his other frazzled feelings. Like, he really should've been the one to have had the thought to feed everyone. He was the oldest there - unless maybe Dan was? It didn't matter either way, because he just.. Fuck, he was hitting that anxious peak again. He couldn't focus on looking for anything useful like Jenn suggested they do, nor could he stomach food - he did find a bottle of alcohol before he found himself incapable of focus, though.
After sneaking a glance around the room to make sure nobody was eyeing him, he decided that this bottle was his and his alone and took a big, healthy swig from it. Maybe it'll help chill me the fuck out, he thinks as he swiftly packs it in his duffel bag. Maybe it'll help him clear his head, and maybe he could drink himself into a stupor and pretend that everything is just fine- and he made that sort of huffed nose-exhale you'd make when you're not quite in a good enough mood to laugh, but the thing you'd just thought of or witnessed was still funny. Is this how Laura felt? Is this why she drank so much? Was she just frazzled back then in the same way he felt now? Fuck. Ha.
"Well, the best idea would be moving carefully out of the town, but I know we want to move fast."
It wasn't that he wanted to move fast - honestly, he wished he could take a couple hours to just.. process everything, but that same time he felt compelled to spend on trying to comprehend everything could be better spent finding his baby, so.. He just sort of nodded in response.
"Right. Well, we can’t go off sprinting down Main Street either way."
"Aw, really? There goes my first plan," Percy said with a little snap of the finger.
“We’re here," Jennifer started, apparently unfazed by Percy's attempt at a joke, "We want to head south, across the river."
Percy nods again, both in understanding and to make sure Jennifer is aware that he is listening.
"Once we cross a bridge connecting to Route 65, it’s a pretty fair walk. We can get there in a few hours. Give or take. The fastest and safest route would be going through these backroads. If we’re lucky the bridge isn’t uncrossable. If it is, well, then we’ll need to go to the next one. Any questions?"
"Yeah, uh.. What if that second bridge is borked? What then? Could we build our own? Man, I could finally put all that geometry and shit I learned in college to practical use."
On one hand, he knows he needs to stop. On the other.. Fuck, it's better than letting that frazzled energy bounce around in his head and conjure up horrible worst-case-scenarios, right? Better to crack jokes than be paralyzed by fear. Surely. Totally. Right? Right.
...Right?
After sneaking a glance around the room to make sure nobody was eyeing him, he decided that this bottle was his and his alone and took a big, healthy swig from it. Maybe it'll help chill me the fuck out, he thinks as he swiftly packs it in his duffel bag. Maybe it'll help him clear his head, and maybe he could drink himself into a stupor and pretend that everything is just fine- and he made that sort of huffed nose-exhale you'd make when you're not quite in a good enough mood to laugh, but the thing you'd just thought of or witnessed was still funny. Is this how Laura felt? Is this why she drank so much? Was she just frazzled back then in the same way he felt now? Fuck. Ha.
"Well, the best idea would be moving carefully out of the town, but I know we want to move fast."
It wasn't that he wanted to move fast - honestly, he wished he could take a couple hours to just.. process everything, but that same time he felt compelled to spend on trying to comprehend everything could be better spent finding his baby, so.. He just sort of nodded in response.
"Right. Well, we can’t go off sprinting down Main Street either way."
"Aw, really? There goes my first plan," Percy said with a little snap of the finger.
“We’re here," Jennifer started, apparently unfazed by Percy's attempt at a joke, "We want to head south, across the river."
Percy nods again, both in understanding and to make sure Jennifer is aware that he is listening.
"Once we cross a bridge connecting to Route 65, it’s a pretty fair walk. We can get there in a few hours. Give or take. The fastest and safest route would be going through these backroads. If we’re lucky the bridge isn’t uncrossable. If it is, well, then we’ll need to go to the next one. Any questions?"
"Yeah, uh.. What if that second bridge is borked? What then? Could we build our own? Man, I could finally put all that geometry and shit I learned in college to practical use."
On one hand, he knows he needs to stop. On the other.. Fuck, it's better than letting that frazzled energy bounce around in his head and conjure up horrible worst-case-scenarios, right? Better to crack jokes than be paralyzed by fear. Surely. Totally. Right? Right.
...Right?
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I put myself back in the narrative-
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memes aside, a post will be incoming... soon(tm)
I put myself back in the narrative-
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memes aside, a post will be incoming... soon(tm)
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Location: Home Sweet Home!
"I thought to stop by since we'll likely be seeing each other pretty often in the next few weeks, and so that you wouldn't be thinking I was trying to break into your house or something in the morning."
Ana couldn't keep a little giggle from escaping her lips - like, it was funny cause that was literally what she'd been afraid of all night! So knowing that it might just be Miss Irina here delivering mail? That was an immense comfort.
"Anyway, I made a pie for you. It's one of my grandmother's famous recipes." Irina lifted the cloth covering the apple pie in her hands, and Ana's eyes widened slightly. It looked like that sort of rustic stereotypical pie you'd see in a cheesy movie or an older cartoon. It looked great - so much better than those super-processed breakfast bars.
"I figured that since you were new to the town, you might not have anything for the picnic Eugene invites everyone to on the first of Spring, but if you already had something planned for the event.... then, a pie never hurts as a 'welcome to the neighborhood' gift, right?"
Ana's smile quickly turned into a frown of confusion. She didn't get an invite, did she? She checks her cellphone and doesn't see any missed messages - then again, how would this Eugene guy have her number already? But then she noticed the landline phone in the kitchen, sitting on the counter. It had a little blinking light on it.
"Oh no," Ana whispered, "Oh nooo!" She quickly went to fumble with the landline, pushing a couple of different buttons before finally making the one and only message play. And then she played it again. And one more time, because holy shit she would have packed something with her if she knew-
"I had no idea that was even a thing here," Ana said in her normal voice, "I'm sorry! I-I would have gotten something, but I-"
And what Irina said just now processed through her head.
"Um," she blushed, stumbling over herself a little as she spoke, "I mean, as much as I would have loved that pie for me, I think I will definitely be needing that for the gift-giving. Thank you, Irina."
Ana took the pie and went to put it in the very, very empty fridge.. And then she glanced back to the postmaster. She did something nice for her, so Ana feels compelled to try and be nice back, but.. She doesn't exactly have anything to give her that's as sweet or as thoughtful as that! At the same time, though, she doesn't want to let her go without trying to give her something- OH! Wait, she does have something!
Ana swiftly opened cabinet with the breakfast bars and gave one of them to Irina with a smile.. which faltered slightly as she felt compelled to explain herself - because, like, it's not even a good gift. Why did she think it would be a good gift? Ugh!
But she kept her tone light and pleasant and she talked, "I, uh, I know it's basically the same thing you get at the store, but, uh, I.. I didn't want to just, y'know, take what you gave and not give you something back, cause, I mean- It's rude, right? So.. Yeah."
Oh, wow, yes Ana, you stumbling over your words made it so much better. Not at all awkward and uncomfortable. Absolute genius.
I keep seeing this be posted on and I still have yet to write my reply post @Kuro. am trash. plz forgiv
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