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I was so blown away by the eclipse. I even got to pretend it was entirely hidden here in Michigan, when the clouds covered the peak. :P
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Playing around with a Betrayal at House on the Hill roleplay idea.
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I am suddenly craving a Star Trek roleplay.

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Jemma - The Beach

@Leaves @Zamokra41



At first, he was angry. She supposed she could not blame him, as her actions had been rash, unexpected, and unexplained. Yet, in that moment, there was no time to dwell on such things. The woman's doe-eyes, the same shade as the ocean beyond, swirled with a dark storm of panic. But then his anger cooled, and though his were still narrowed as they bore into hers, she noted his features relaxing. The faintest hints of concern laced his tone as he spoke again. Gone was the cocky, perverted party boy from only moments before, and in his place stood someone who she would be more willing to confide in. Maybe.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me," she countered, frowning deeply. The wrestler echoed the beast-man's concern, inquiring about the blonde's health. She went to respond, but was interrupted by his declaration. He was going to check on the woman. He was running back into the fray. No. But her cry of disapproval died on her lips as the man scooted away, losing himself in wave of people who immediately fanned away from the wrecked, sparking DJ table. From the woman who lay there, unmoving. From the death. And as her gaze followed the wrestler's departure, she realized that there were far more pressing matters to attend to.

Jemma inhaled deeply, held it, and blew it out. A moment of clarity, or at least, the best she could manage. Though her small frame still trembled like the long, palm leaves above her head, she turned back to the horned stranger. "Everyone is heading for the path," she deduced in a voice that sounded foreign to her own ears. But with the thick foliage, and wooden fencing, the partygoers would never be able to fit. There would be carnage at the same spot where the path bottle-necked. In a tumble of words, she hurriedly informed her partner of this fact. "We need to find another way."
I read that as 'are robots still a thing' and just



Kinda


I mean, they're probably more of a thing than rabbit doubts, from the sound of it. ;)
I'm here I'm here I'm here!

Sorry for the delay!
The halls were quiet that afternoon. Of course, that was not altogether uncommon, given that the temple was a place of peace and meditation; those who roamed there, even on the busiest days, kept to hushed, whispered tones. Yet that afternoon, Leoria sensed an emptiness more complete than she was used to. The group bound for Corulag must have already left, the young woman thought briefly, her pale pink lips turning down at the corners. That meant even fewer individuals for her to interact with.

It was true that Leoria, now a two-year Jedi Knight, was perfectly capable of entertaining herself. There was no way that she could have passed her training without such a skill. But while the girl was perfectly content with her own company, she far preferred that of others. She was a social creature, a trait which her former Master both admired and detested. Arianth, the middle-aged woman who had served as her mentor and friend for years, had struggled to help Leoria rein in her naturally bubbly tendencies. To simply squash the girl's light would completely kill her spirit, and besides, much of the business attended to by Knights required a good natured personality. The doe-eyed blonde, Arianth had finally decided, would be a vital communicator.

But that did not mean that she did not require hardening. The bulk of Leoria's training had consisted of drills to strengthen her resolve, and bridle her kindness, as blind generosity had no place among Jedi Knights. It had been difficult for the girl, but Arianth had been persistent. And she constantly reminded the Padawan that, in her own way, she would be helping people every day as a Knight. No matter what atrocities she witnessed while in the field, or what terrible choices she was forced to make, she was making a difference. That fact stirred her from her bed every morning, and helped her fall asleep when she returned every night.

No, the hall was far too quiet for her taste. The only sounds she heard amongst the emptiness were her own footfalls, and the swishing of her cloak as it swirled about her ankles. They seemed all too loud, echoing eerily due to the hall's high, vaulted ceilings. It was just the motivation she needed to find some conversation, and fast. Besides, she had the day off, as she had woken early to tend to her duties. Assuming Yerbol was also free, perhaps she could talk with him. The two had belonged to the same clan, and over the years, grown to be friends. He was her favorite person to harass.

She found him as he turned into the hallway, his features hard with frustration. He had worn that expression more often the not the past few weeks, and that bothered her. What was it that had him so upset? Though her blue eyes flashed with concern, a warm smile lit her face. "Just who I was looking for."
Sorry for the delay. I have a bit too much going on right now, so I'm going to duck out of this. Best of luck!
That's a shame.
Or nah?
Jemma - The Beach

@Leaves @Zamokra41



Everything happened far too quickly for her liking. The music was too loud, and the temperature was too high. The hot air hung heavy around her, suffocating her like a scarf she could not peel away. Her blonde hair clung to her damp neck, and each breath she drew went down like sandpaper. The more logical side of her consciousness suggested that perhaps she was experiencing a sensory overload, or some sort of shock. Perhaps it was a side effect of the candy. The thought flickered, and then died away just as quickly. Whatever the treat had done to her, she was far past avoiding the consequences. All she could do was push forward, and to the soft spoken young lady, forward meant away.

There was a hand on her shoulder, and a voice in her ear. It appeared someone else had taken notice of her, though fortunately, he was not nearly as demanding as the first. When she rounded on him, she was met with a masked wrestler. This place gets stranger and stranger, she would reflect later, but at the moment, that imaginary scarf was growing tighter.

I have to go, she had to tell them, and her chapped lips opened to do so. But a second vision, still in various shades of blue, caught the words in her throat. The figure of a woman, her eyes wide and lifeless, her thin body moving like a ragdoll as it crashed into the DJ booth. The wreckage was soon consumed by sparks, and the crowd, by unbridled panic.

"They're coming from the sea," the party-goers screamed, and Jemma intoned just under her breath. Just as the other had, the vision violently snapped her back to reality. Now, she was more eager than ever to go.

Cheeks flushed with exertion, and brow sparkling with sweat, she hooked her arms through the two individuals nearest her - the wrestler, and the beast. "Yes," she countered, suddenly recalling something that the furry one had mentioned earlier. "Get away. Private. Good. Let's go." Gracelessly, she moved to drag the two men toward the wooden pathway.
Hello!

So here's where I'm at regarding this. I would absolutely love to write with you. I like your style, and I think we could get along well, and craft up a neat story. However, I'm going to be the first to admit that I'm not a expert when it comes to the Star Wars universe. I have seen the movies more than once, but that's where my knowledge ends. If you don't mind bearing with me, and maybe taking the lead more than normal, I would be excited to write with you. But if you'd rather hold out for an expert, I absolutely don't mind (or blame you).

Thanks! :)
@Seravee, not to rush you or anything, but are planning a post relatively soon? If so, I will wait and post my own after yours. Otherwise, I will probably have a post up sometime today. Asking for convenience's sake, nothing more :)


Me again. The night got away from me. I'll have a post up tomorrow. Sorry!
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