Oh, right, confusion resolved while I ever-so-slowly typed a response.
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@ScarlettWaters16 Did you mean, stick an @mention in the post somewhere, or just make sure your character name is in the narrative somewhere?
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Psst. The RP thread exists. Go there.
Lenora had been busy exploring the cafeteria when the obviously seriously ill girl was wheeled in. So far she hadn't found anything particularly useful or informative; she was hoping to find some quality flatware sooner rather than later. Likely it would just be forks, spoons, and butter knives, but a fork could be pretty dangerous in the right hands. Like, say, hers.
"We weren't waiting for you," Nora said bluntly, loud enough to be clearly heard, and went back to her snooping.
Bobby was paying more attention to the fat kid. He seemed more confident than anyone else, and had apparently been here for a while. He seemed pretty well adjusted. That was a positive sign.
"Hi Henry, Miriam, Malcolm," he said, smiling as non-threateningly as possible. There seemed to be an awful lot of unaccompanied minors here. "I'm Bobby. Do your parents know you're here? Or is night-time abduction the standard way people get here?" He extended his hand to Henry and Malcolm in turn, then crouched down to offer a handshake at eye level to Miriam. "Can you, uh, shake hands?" he questioned awkwardly, eyeing the various tubes and... medical things.
He straightened back up. "I think I know what's going on here. We're werewolves, right? I mean, were-things. Can you guys all turn into monsters in your dreams too?" He directed that question at the room at large.
Nora snorted and didn't bother to reply.
"We weren't waiting for you," Nora said bluntly, loud enough to be clearly heard, and went back to her snooping.
Bobby was paying more attention to the fat kid. He seemed more confident than anyone else, and had apparently been here for a while. He seemed pretty well adjusted. That was a positive sign.
"Hi Henry, Miriam, Malcolm," he said, smiling as non-threateningly as possible. There seemed to be an awful lot of unaccompanied minors here. "I'm Bobby. Do your parents know you're here? Or is night-time abduction the standard way people get here?" He extended his hand to Henry and Malcolm in turn, then crouched down to offer a handshake at eye level to Miriam. "Can you, uh, shake hands?" he questioned awkwardly, eyeing the various tubes and... medical things.
He straightened back up. "I think I know what's going on here. We're werewolves, right? I mean, were-things. Can you guys all turn into monsters in your dreams too?" He directed that question at the room at large.
Nora snorted and didn't bother to reply.
Or, you know, super inconvenient. *gets phantom eyebrow plucking pain while sewing, stabs self with needle which causes you to poke yourself in the eye, causing a feedback loop of mild doom*
I use Werdsmith because I'm a hipster.
Hey, I'm moving at the end of the month too. Twinsies!
What did I just say about playing nice?
@Darling Cyanide So far we're just posting introductory posts, so you really haven't missed much. Skyrte's character, (the senior order agent), Prince of Seraphs (Winged cyborg), BartlebyWhale's character (the antisocial scientist) and my character (the captain) are standing around in the docks doing introductiony/businessy things.
The others have all boarded the ship, except (unless I am mistaken) Tatsua Aiisen.
That's about it, really.
@Darling Cyanide So far we're just posting introductory posts, so you really haven't missed much. Skyrte's character, (the senior order agent), Prince of Seraphs (Winged cyborg), BartlebyWhale's character (the antisocial scientist) and my character (the captain) are standing around in the docks doing introductiony/businessy things.
The others have all boarded the ship, except (unless I am mistaken) Tatsua Aiisen.
That's about it, really.
Being snapped at didn't even merit a raised eyebrow considering the week Abby'd been having. She glanced around at the children and corpse-removers. Odd combination, that.
"Hi, yeah, we met at the meeting. I was the one who didn't spurn your offer of assistance? I'm Dr. Ng." Back in the non-ruined world, Abby had preferred to introduce herself without her academic title. Any implied authority could only help her here.
"Two things. First, I want to start telling people they can come to your building for, you know, safety. I figured I should clear that with you before I just started doing it. Second, I need somewhere secure to keep my things. I'm going to be doing some research, eventually, and I can't have people wandering in and breaking my beakers or whatever. I'm not offering nothing, either; I have some pretty useful skills. Like, how not to die of scurvy from eating nothing but beef jerky and twinkies. So, is that agreeable to you?"
She braced her hands on the straps of her backpack and waited for a response. The Japanese weren't her only option; she could always go back to living in the woods. She'd probably be better off there than with a bunch of individualists. But finding a place in a group where there could be some division of labour was a much better option than going it alone, in her opinion.
"Hi, yeah, we met at the meeting. I was the one who didn't spurn your offer of assistance? I'm Dr. Ng." Back in the non-ruined world, Abby had preferred to introduce herself without her academic title. Any implied authority could only help her here.
"Two things. First, I want to start telling people they can come to your building for, you know, safety. I figured I should clear that with you before I just started doing it. Second, I need somewhere secure to keep my things. I'm going to be doing some research, eventually, and I can't have people wandering in and breaking my beakers or whatever. I'm not offering nothing, either; I have some pretty useful skills. Like, how not to die of scurvy from eating nothing but beef jerky and twinkies. So, is that agreeable to you?"
She braced her hands on the straps of her backpack and waited for a response. The Japanese weren't her only option; she could always go back to living in the woods. She'd probably be better off there than with a bunch of individualists. But finding a place in a group where there could be some division of labour was a much better option than going it alone, in her opinion.
Nora is going to stab someone with a fork before the day is done.
Also, am I good keeping Nora's lucky bone? I assumed no-one went through her pockets while she was sleeping.
Please don't take her lucky bone.
Also, am I good keeping Nora's lucky bone? I assumed no-one went through her pockets while she was sleeping.
Please don't take her lucky bone.
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