Planetscape (Adventure RP) Act I: A Page

[Aona]

~OOC~
~More links to come~

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~Act I~
A Page.

This is a story of friends.

Truly, friends are a unique concept. Derived from evolutionary purposes, yet extending so much beyond that. A friend can lead you to places you never imagined, or sweep you off your feet with emotions you never thought you would feel.

Your friends are, mostly, over the internet. Today is a Saturday, one like any other before it.

August 12th, 2015.

Some of you have already started school, while others dread its looming arrival. Some of you are enjoying the last strands of heat before the harsh winter. Really, some of you are doing many things. But soon, you'll all be doing one thing.

This is the first Riddle. It is both the hardest and the easiest to solve. Let us begin you tale, Heroes.

The Worldplane needs you.

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In Vancouver, the clock struck 9, and a 16-year old boy's alarm went off. It was quiet, and was faintly pacific in his melodies. Its intent was to calmingly wake him up, but he thought of it more as a well-disguised scream than anything.

Today, it didn't both him. He was already awake, after all.

Simple Tod Fischer, dressed in a simple outfit of a white T-shirt and jeans, at a simple breakfast. He munched contently, never really paying any mind to what he was eating. Was it cereal? He was pretty sure it was cereal. He found himself looking down, to confirm this utterly obvious and boring fact.

Yep, it was cereal.

Today was a Saturday, and his plans were nonexistent. His father had stumbled in fifteen minutes prior, mumbling something about being gone for a while, and left. Unlike him, but Tod paid it little mind. He made a mental note of what he had to do today: Some homework, a brief tidying of the basement, probably some dishes. He wondered if he even going to go outside today. He wondered if he really ever needed to. He tapped a few keys onto the computer logging into his preferred client, Mactic IM. A client that could log onto other client databases proved invaluable.

auxiliary_juno logged on.

He took a sip of his orange juice, glancing outside over his glasses. The sky glowed a pleasant blue, clouds swirling across the sun. It was as if they were concealing its majesty for themselves, Tod thought. He might have been correct. A bird flew by, tweeting a familiar tune. It was the same one he had heard many times before. A paradise, but one that never changes. One he didn't feel correct being in.

He took another sip. It was going to be a long day.

~Begin Planetscape~

[Charmera]

Annie begun the day as she would any other, by springing up in her bed with a smile as wide as a bow on her face. A mere second later the alarm clock rang, the alarm loud and irritating, even for Annie, who could listen to hours of the most inane things known to mankind without going insane. As a consequence, and without missing a beat, she slammed her fist down on the annoying clock, shutting it up immediately. She then threw off the covers as if they were some cocoon an insect was bursting out of, leaping out of bed as she did so.

She quickly grabbed her clothes, running to the bathroom with almost inconceivable speed for someone who had just awoken. The energy she seemed to have this morning seemed almost supernatural, as if she was channeling some sort of power to beat the morning fatigue. Some theorized she had coffee for blood, while others think she's on some sort of stimulant, while others think she's merely insane. In truth, Annie had merely always been energized by her zeal for life and her own creativity.

On her dash to the bathroom neglected to notice her older sister, Jenny, dragging herself towards the door, obviously hungover from the Friday night beforehand. As soon as she saw the blur which was her sister Jenny's eyes widened.

"Annie n-" But she was too late, Annie was already in the bathroom. Jenny swore, though consoled herself with the fact that Annie would be quick.

She was right, in short order, Annie had done all the bathroom morning things she needed to do and had gotten changed into fairly casual clothes. She opened the door and saw Jenny, who looked more than a little impatient.

"Morning Jenga!" Annie exclaimed with her usual smile. "Did you just get up?"

Jenny sighed, ignoring her little sister, more than a little annoyed.

"Had a good night yesterday?" Annie asked.

Jenny didn't respond again, instead heading into the bathroom and slamming the door. Annie frowned slightly, innocently unaware of what she had done to irritate her sister. "Was it something I said?" She asked no one in particular, before hopping off to her chair and computer.

"There should be someone online right about now..."

The_Kitten_Overlord logged on.

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Cat sighed as she sat down in her chair, sighing as she had to be careful not to rip her dress. Her mother had insisted upon taking another one of her countless pictures of her daughter dressed in formal wear. Honestly Catherine was sure the only reason she kept doing this was so that she'd have photos to show potential suitors. Honestly, it's like she's stuck in the medieval times... As lovely as this dress was, it might as well have been a strait jacket for Catherine. It felt like another tool to keep her in her little gilded cage.

She sighed again, she needed to clear her head. I do have a very nice cage at least... She thought to herself. Let's see what the other songbirds are doing...

Snow_And_Her_Apple logged on.

[Riysa]

It was 11 am here, in the great rolling plains of the Midwest. Despite the early time, it looked as if it was in fact the afternoon, with all of the clouds covering the sky...just another plus side of living in the middle of nowhere, Dan thought to himself, looking outside the shotgun window of the minivan as it pulled up to his house. He, his dad, and his younger brother Andrew had just gone out grocery shopping for the week, picking up a few extra items for a modeling project he was working on - a large scale-model of a Russian Slava-class cruiser.

"Hey mom! Hey little sis!" Dan said, as he entered the kitchen with hands filled with grocery bags. His mother was cleaning and littler sister Sarah was, unsurprisingly, doing nothing but watching.
"Hey honey." His mom put the duster on a counter and hugged and kissed the three entering the house.
"Don't call me little sis! I'm already 10! Mom's even showing me how to clean the house!" Sarah pouted. She was sensitive about her age, being the youngest out of the three.
"Pfft, you're still seven years younger than me." Dan said as he placed the bags on floor.
"Hmmph!"

Dan ignored her as he walked out of the kitchen. "Mom, dad, I'm going to call up John and Tim and see if they're free today to hang out. Is that okay?"
"That's okay, just make sure to let us know wherever you go and not stay out too late." His mom said, sorting out the groceries.
"Didn't you want to finish your project first?" His dad, who was helping him, asked.
"Its okay dad, we can do that later, right?"
"Its okay, just remember that I have to be in a conference call from 3-5." His dad nodded.
"Thanks!" He ran upstairs to his room, opening the door and taking out his cell phone.

Unfortunately, it seemed that everyone had decided to sleep in today. John, Tim, Arnold, even Ryan and his sister Hannah were still sleeping or getting out of bed. "Did last night's Great Goblin Massacre of Lumbridge tire out everyone that much?" Dan thought to himself. Well, then, since it'd be a while before anyone was awake enough to do anything, he'd kill time by popping onto chat and seeing if any of his friends were on that.

Cre3d::Group

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Cre3d has logged in.
Cre3d: Hello world.
Cre3d: Anyone on?

[Aona]

South of the Enigma, the day was warmer, the sky clearer, and the air even dryer. Unlike Tod, however, the white haired mess of his friend was still immersed in his bed, fast asleep. The minimalist white sheets that had been made to perfection the night prior were tousled, rolled, and overall tarnished by a chaotic rest. A rest, of course, that was about to be interrupted by Denis's specially-designed alarm clock, one that vibrated with an intensity of any California earthquake. The noise rattled the table, and the albino's eyes suddenly jolted awake, before going lax. He groaned silently, trying to will away his clock's existence, to no avail. Eventually, a hand somehow conjured the strength to move, and slammed down on the button on top.

Denis looked upwards and outwards, a mountain and cityscape greeting him. the frame around his window was curved; made of deep oak. He thought it accented the absolutely awful brightness of the sky wonderfully.

He thought back to his day.

Parents: Filming.

School: Out.

Maids: Tomorrow.

Him: Alone.

Oh well.

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One shower, pair of jeans, and rolled up hoodie later, Denis sat in the lounge, tablet in hand. He munched idly on some eggs on toast, as he loaded up his IM Client. Without a doubt, one of those idiots was online (lovingly named idiots, of course). He looked around, at the passing BMW outside, or the occasional hawk soaring through the Hollywood Hills. He looked around, as if confirming no one was in the house, and suddenly opened his mouth, pushing air out of it. He wasn't sure if he had made any noise. He felt like he made noise that time. Noise is good.

Not like he could have heard it, anyway.

Cyberlala logged on.

Cyberlala::The_Kitten_Overlord
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Cyberlala: hey
Cyberlala: i fixed your weird email glitch thing
Cyberlala: change your password before i tell all my nigerian prince friends

[Lavan Tiri]

The alarm clock had once played a pleasant, calming beep in the mornings, serving to gently awake its owner. And it had, until said owner cracked it open and set it to play either sex noises or Flyleaf, whichever one was what he felt like the night before.

Of course, when one is in deadly combat with a tortoise the size of Manhattan, sex noises don't matter.

"Hah! Can't catch me, fucker!", Alex yelled, dancing away from the tortoise as it spat candy-colored flames at him. The tortoise simply groaned, laboriously hefting its girth above the ground, trying to flatten Alex. The boy bellowed at the creature, sliding out from underneath it in the nick of time.

"That all you got, you little chickenshit? Come on! Smite me, oh mighty smiter!"

The tortoise graoned again, and spoke.

Alexxxxxxxxx……… waaaake uppppppppppp………

Alex was understandably confused. Why the hell woukd this tortoise want him to wake up? This made no sense.

Smack.

Alex flew upward from the force of the blow, up, up up up into the clouds, until, with a gasp, he awoke. He was sweaty, his black hair stuck to his forehead. The sheets were tangoed around his limbs, and there were arms, strong arms, soft arms, grabbing his shoulders and holding them there, as if they could keep him there all by themselves.

"Alex! Alex, are you awake?!", said a voice, from above his sweaty forehead, above the soft arms. Alex sat up, brushing his hair back. "Yeah, Ma, I'm fine. I'm fine." Gwenn pulled back as he sat up, grabbing her son in a tight hug. The contact settled him, keeping him anchored to reality. No one besides his mom could do that. It was like magic.

"I swear, since………that man left, you've gotten worse.", his mom said, still refusing to refer to Dad by anything other than "that man", or on occasion "Satan". Alex didn't mind. His nicknames for his father were much worse. Gwenn hugged him again, absently this time, as she muttered to herself. "Gotta call Foc Hervey…… set up an appointment……"

She left the room with a last ruffle of his hair, and Alex set about to his day.

Follow routines. He reached into the closet, grabbing a plain white t-shirt and black jeans.

Repeat familiar actions. Alex left the room, heading into the bathroom to take a shower.

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A few minutes later, having taken a scalding-hot shower and gotten dressed, Alex sat in the living room on his laptop, logging onto the chat. He had friends in real life, but they were all busy on weekends.

explosive-gangsta logged on.

explosive-gangsta::Cyberlala
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explosive-gangsta:sup fukkah?

[Charmera]

South of the Enigma, the day was warmer, the sky clearer, and the air even dryer. Unlike Tod, however, the white haired mess of his friend was still immersed in his bed, fast asleep. The minimalist white sheets that had been made to perfection the night prior were tousled, rolled, and overall tarnished by a chaotic rest. A rest, of course, that was about to be interrupted by Denis's specially-designed alarm clock, one that vibrated with an intensity of any California earthquake. The noise rattled the table, and the albino's eyes suddenly jolted awake, before going lax. He groaned silently, trying to will away his clock's existence, to no avail. Eventually, a hand somehow conjured the strength to move, and slammed down on the button on top.

Denis looked upwards and outwards, a mountain and cityscape greeting him. the frame around his window was curved; made of deep oak. He thought it accented the absolutely awful brightness of the sky wonderfully.

He thought back to his day.

Parents: Filming.

School: Out.

Maids: Tomorrow.

Him: Alone.

Oh well.

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One shower, pair of jeans, and rolled up hoodie later, Denis sat in the lounge, tablet in hand. He munched idly on some eggs on toast, as he loaded up his IM Client. Without a doubt, one of those idiots was online (lovingly named idiots, of course). He looked around, at the passing BMW outside, or the occasional hawk soaring through the Hollywood Hills. He looked around, as if confirming no one was in the house, and suddenly opened his mouth, pushing air out of it. He wasn't sure if he had made any noise. He felt like he made noise that time. Noise is good.

Not like he could have heard it, anyway.

Cyberlala logged on.

Cyberlala::The_Kitten_Overlord
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Cyberlala: hey
Cyberlala: i fixed your weird email glitch thing
Cyberlala: change your password before i tell all my nigerian prince friends

Her smile lighted up even more as she saw Dennis was online. Crabby! She thought to herself. Despite the fact that it was abnormally rare to see him in a good mood, Annie liked Dennis. He was fun for Annie even when he was being a crabby sourpuss, and finding ways to cheer him up was one of Annie's goals in life. She could always get hints of something under that sarcastic shell. Besides, he's very smart, which is almost never bad.

Cyberlala::The_Kitten_Overlord
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The_Kitten_Overlord: crabby! youre online!
The_Kitten_Overlord: you know nigerian royalty? can I meet them?

It'd be so cool to meet real African prince... She thought to herself. She hardly ever got to travel, having a bucket-list of destinations longer than the average contract. Meeting a real royalty of some sort would be a dream come true for Annie Shame the only ones you hear about are the fake scamming kind.

Still, she took Dennis' advice. She quickly booted up her email and changed her password while still on her energy high, completing the task quickly if not efficiently. Changing her password from CaTz23 to KiTTenz21. Not the best of passwords, but it'd do for Annie. She noticed nothing in her inbox in reply to the message she had sent to Dennis.

Cyberlala::The_Kitten_Overlord
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The_Kitten_Overlord: OOH... did you get the pictures of Sekmet I sent you!?

Sekmet was her fourth cat, so her third one that was still alive. She rarely talked about Bast anymore, the memories of her passing still a little raw in Annie's mind. She died somewhat recently. Bai Hu and Aslan were fortunately still alive.

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Cre3d::Group

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Snow_And_Her_Apple: I'm online...
Snow_And_Her_Apple: Morning Cre3d.

[Saoirse o Forsa]

Conan stared out the window of the resort complex,staring across the island of Borneo, yawning. It was just about to turn midnight, from the 12th to the 13th. It was a beautiful island, really, and there was so much to do. Just today, he and his parents went snorkeling, hiking, paragliding,and spent the afternoon on his dads friends yacht. Frankly, though, the day had exhausted him.He stood up, his silk pajamas felling nice against his skin, and looked once more around the four roomed room his parents had left him in as they went out to some gala.

His dog, Alexander the Great, slept in his little bed, curled up next to a toy that was much bigger then the toy poodles frame. He had actually wanted a rather big dog initially, but fell head over heels as he passed this one at the breeders. He smiled at it, before moving back to his bed, and, opening his quad-processor laptop, swiftly went on the chat that several other of his online friends used. He put on some music real quick, specifically Bjork's Pagan Poetry (which he simply loved).

ConanDaBarbarian69 logged in

Conan's eyebrows raised a little bit, and then he chuckled. Of course they were on...everywhere else in the world was earlier then it was in Borneo. Rolling his eyes, he typed in chat.

ConanDaBarbarian69::Group

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ConanDaBarbarian69: Hello my Loves, and I bring you my presence from Borneo this time.
ConanDaBarbarian69: How is everyone?

[Complectuss]

Lara was already awake, and eager to surprise her friend today. With her Marauder's Map messenger bag and a skeleton jacket, she rushed out the door. Her beloved Jeep was parked alongside the road and blinked in response to her approach. Well, it was actually responding to the button on her car key, but that's a minor detail.

She tossed her bag into the passenger seat and took to the road. On the way, she turned up the tunes of her favorite radio station, singing along to the songs that played. The drive was about twenty minutes, but it passed quickly. Sooner rather than later, Lara was pulling into the driveway of a dear friend's house, whom she'd met at school when she moved here.

Without bothering to ring the doorbell, she entered the house. She nearly ran into the father of the house as she turned towards the living room, stumbling back.

"Sorry, morning, Mr. Fischer!" she said politely before stepping aside. He made a gesture that wasn't quite a half-hearted wave. She chose to ignore his behavior with a shrug and tossed her bag on the couch.

She plopped down on the couch next to Tod. "Sup, loser?" she greeted cheerily.

[Riysa]

Dan smiled, at least these two were active. He knew that many of his friends were on different time zones, so he'd have to wait some time to communicate with them.

Cre3d::Group

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Cre3d: Good morning Snow, Conan.
Cre3d: How's it going over there, mates?
Cre3d: Hopefully everything is good and all?

[Aona]

Tod waved her in. "Hey, Lara. Nice job on knocking, there." He chuckled.

"Did you bring your computer?" he asked, smiling. This had become what was essentially a routine for them. Hanging out on their laptops, making the occasional joke about a funny video or product online. It wasn't as if either of them really had much in the realm of plans today, anyway.

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explosive-gangsta::Cyberlala
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Cyberlala: the day you actually begin a conversation like a normal human being will be really disheartening i just realized
Cyberlala: anyway hi, parents are out today so im having a ball of a time of course. you?

Cyberlala::The_Kitten_Overlord
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Cyberlala: what no
Cyberlala: dammit walters your innocence ruins my sick jokes

He raised his eyebrows at the screen for a moment, and switched to his email app.

From: Annie Walters, Subject:: SEKMET~~!~
(45 attachments)

Cyberlala::The_Kitten_Overlord
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Cyberlala: yeah i got the email
Cyberlala: never change you soon-to-be cat lady

[Lunas Legion]

This was a crisis. It had happened but once before, and that was the result of planning so abysmal that he'd ended up having to spend 5 hours writing essays non-stop. He had vowed never to have this situation happen again.

But it had anyway.

Yes, he had run out of Tic-Tacs. The corner shop was shut for some stupid reason; probably the guy that ran the place, Leo couldn't remember his name, was drunk or something. The bus fare was too much to warrant going to a supermarket just for a pack of Tic-Tacs. But it could be worse. It could be raining.

Oh wait, it was raining, if the patter of rain against his window was any indication. But this is Britain, so the only time it's not raining is when it isn't. But that didn't really matter. He sighed, flipped open his laptop, growled at the flashing battery indicator and plugged it into the charger, before he moved back to his bed, leaning against the wall.

A_Runner logged in

A_Runner::Group
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A_Runner: Damned rain.
A_Runner: I'm also out of Tic-Tacs and the shop's shut.
A_Runner: Wat do people?

[Charmera]

Tod waved her in. "Hey, Lara. Nice job on knocking, there." He chuckled.

"Did you bring your computer?" he asked, smiling. This had become what was essentially a routine for them. Hanging out on their laptops, making the occasional joke about a funny video or product online. It wasn't as if either of them really had much in the realm of plans today, anyway.

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explosive-gangsta::Cyberlala
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Cyberlala: the day you actually begin a conversation like a normal human being will be really disheartening i just realized
Cyberlala: anyway hi, parents are out today so im having a ball of a time of course. you?

Cyberlala::The_Kitten_Overlord
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Cyberlala: what no
Cyberlala: dammit walters your innocence ruins my sick jokes

He raised his eyebrows at the screen for a moment, and switched to his email app.

From: Annie Walters, Subject:: SEKMET~~!~
(45 attachments)

Cyberlala::The_Kitten_Overlord
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Cyberlala: yeah i got the email
Cyberlala: never change you soon-to-be cat lady

Cyberlala::The_Kitten_Overlord
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The_Kitten_Overlord: so that's a no to the nigerian prince tea party?

As if summoned by her name, Sekmetpushed the door to Annie's room and moved towards her sleekly. A few more steps and the cat hopped onto it's masters lap to receive an approving stroking, after it did, it purred slightly, curling up as it did so.

Cyberlala::The_Kitten_Overlord
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The_Kitten_Overlord: i wish. I don't think I could take care of as many cats as they do.
The_Kitten_Overlord: isn't she soooo cute though? I think my favourite are the 21st and the 36th! Or maybe the 40th too...
The_Kitten_Overlord: but anyway, plan on doing anything today?

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[color=#F55858]Snow_And_Her_Apple[/color]::Group

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Snow_And_Her_Apple: I'm fine, other than mother forcing me to wear another silly dress and take another insipid photo.
Snow_And_Her_Apple: But that doesn't matter. How are you guys? Apart from Tic-Tac Addict. Honestly those things are horrible...

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[The Starlight]

Elena sat in front of the large window in her room, watching and playing as the clear droplets of rain ran across and down her window. It was a rainy day, as it often was in London, so she couldn't go outside. Well, technically she could but she would have to get her umbrella and coat and rain boots and it was summer, so she didn't feel in the mood. Perhaps some other time, she could go splashing through the huge puddles like she had when she was a little girl, Elena smiling reminiscently.

So she continued to play her cello, a deep, mournful song that matched the gloomy weather. Sometimes, rainy days were great, other days, well, they rained on her sunshine. After playing for another five minutes, she put the cello back onto its case and pulled up the lid of her laptop. It was a sleek thing, a gift from her mum for her birthday a year ago, and it ran incredibly well. Feeling the need to talk to someone, she loaded it up.

Turambar_10 logged in.

Turambar_10:: Group


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Turambar_10: Salutations from London, everybody!
Turambar_10: It's yet another rainy day, but I'm doing pretty well, Snow_And_Her_Apple

[Riysa]

Cre3d::Group

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Cre3d: Yo
Cre3d: Ach, sorry about that
Cre3d: I'd send you some but I hear airmail is ungodly expensive, and I don't have that cash lol
Cre3d: Sounds fun, Snow :|
Cre3d: I'm good, just got back from the store, Andrew was helpful for once
Cre3d: Oh yeah! I just started on a model ship, my dad's helping me with it because its much larger than I expected. We're going to finish up most of it today
Cre3d: Oh, hey there my Londonite friend! What's up?

Dan also opened up a couple of PMs.

Cre3d::auxiliary_juno

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Cre3d: Tod you fool, you better be on
Cre3d: Or you will get rekt by my hands m8

Cre3d::Snow_And_Her_Apple

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Cre3d: Hey there.
Cre3d: I remember you said that you liked music, right? Well, I found something, though its not in English, lemme link it here.
Cre3d has hyperlinked a video.
Cre3d: Even though it isn't English, it sounds good to my ears

[The Starlight]

Cre3d::Group

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Cre3d: Yo
Cre3d: Ach, sorry about that
Cre3d: I'd send you some but I hear airmail is ungodly expensive, and I don't have that cash lol
Cre3d: Sounds fun, Snow :|
Cre3d: I'm good, just got back from the store, Andrew was helpful for once
Cre3d: Oh yeah! I just started on a model ship, my dad's helping me with it because its much larger than I expected. We're going to finish up most of it today
Cre3d: Oh, hey there my Londonite friend! What's up?

Turambar_10::Group

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Turambar_10: Not much, Cre3d. When I look up into the sky, everything's grey and it's raining
Turambar_10: In my life, sitting in my room, doing the things I love, waiting to die(go to school)

[Riysa]

Cre3d::Group

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Cre3d: Its raining there too? Yipes
Cre3d: Must be some of that global warming
Cre3d: It sounds like you're having fun though, which is good...school's still a couple days away, so make the most of it!

[Complectuss]

Tod waved her in. "Hey, Lara. Nice job on knocking, there." He chuckled.

"Did you bring your computer?" he asked, smiling. This had become what was essentially a routine for them. Hanging out on their laptops, making the occasional joke about a funny video or product online. It wasn't as if either of them really had much in the realm of plans today, anyway.

Lara saluted him sarcastically before pulling her sleek computer out of her bag. "Wouldn't catch me dead without it," she said with a smile in her tone. She stood, however, and put the computer on the couch. She loved into the kitchen and looked thoroughly through Tod's cabinets.

Over her shoulder, she called, "Hey, do you have any toaster waffles?" An evil hunger that could not be satiated grumbled in the dark pit of her stomach. Unless there were toaster waffles, that is.

She was very dramatic sometimes.

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Blake stretched with a yawn across her bed as she was awoken by the sunlight shining upon her face. She rubbed her eyes and gazed at the clock. It was only like 9:30, so she hadn't slept in too late. Long enough to get up the first time, though. In her sock monkey onesie, she strolled to the desk across her large room. With a distinct "click" the PC began to boot up, and while she waited she grabbed a banana from the kitchen.

When she returned, the computer was bright and ready to use.

itsnotindian logged on.

itsnotindian :: Group
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itsnotindian: hey guys

[Lavan Tiri]

explosive-gangsta::Cyberlala
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explosive-gangsta:luv u 2.
explosive-gangsta: i fought a fukken tortoise this mornin.

[The Templar High Council]

Taylor woke up Saturday morning. And probably fell right back asleep.

She woke up, and passed out again.

The third time, Taylor finally stayed awake. Her blonde hair standing erratically because of the constant tossing and turning from last night's slumber. Which was caused by staying up late playing computer games. Taylor was just lucky that, by chance, she didn't have anything planned for the morning. Or planned for today at all. And that meant one thing:

Video. Games.

Well, shower first.

Well, shower SECOND. Computer booting first.

And while we're at it, why not open the chat client on monitor #2?

And to top it off, why not let the gang know how goes it?

HEAT_2_THE_HEAD::Group

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HEAT_2_THE_HEAD logged on.
HEAT_2_THE_HEAD: Hey everyone...
HEAT_2_THE_HEAD: Tired...
HEAT_2_THE_HEAD: brb, I gotta clean.

NOW it's time for a shower, as Taylor grabbed her smartphone and a towel, before stepping off to the bathroom. As always, she spent her shower time singing along to music. Especially since she was home alone, her father was at work, as per usual, and she had the day to herself.

So yeah. After Taylor cleaned and dressed, she decided it would be better to eat lunch than to postpone the inevitable. So that's what happened, as Taylor started making the stay-at-home mainstay: instant ramen. "I got a good feeling about this," she said as she awaited her meal, singing along to her favorite tunes.

[Aona]

"Yeah," Tod called, returning to typing. "In the kitchen, I think."

Cre3d::auxiliary_juno

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auxiliary_juno: u wot m8 :-)
auxiliary_juno: Nah, I'm online. Bickie's hanging out, too. How's things going over there?

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Cyberlala::The_Kitten_Overlord
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Cyberlala: how can you have a favorite out of all of those what
Cyberlala: nah, parents are filming so im stuck here...are you planning on abandoning me at any point :-P

explosive-gangsta::Cyberlala

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Cyberlala: what
Cyberlala: that sadly doesnt surprise me at all
Cyberlala: in what context

[Radio Gaga]

Sloan, of course, was already awake, as per usual. There weren't many things she was consistent in (okay, that was probably a lie), but her sleep schedule was one of them. Including an early rise, even if it was a Saturday. Healthy, Wealthy, and Wise and all that jazz.

She had gone out early, walking around the streets and browsing shops, as she normally did, her pepper spray can never far from reach, of course. In the three hours she had been awake, she had done this, met up with a few of her "friends" (mostly co-workers, but you can't call your peers that, can you?), and even shopped around a little bit at the mall. She didn't spend much, she never did, but it was something. The bag currently rested on her shoulder, with her purse.

She felt her phone buzz in excitement. Looking down, she wasn't surprised to see it was the group chat she partook in. Looking around, she shrugged. Now was as good a time as any to chill out. She didn't need to be home for a while, anyway.

Finding a small coffee shop, she ordered (caramel latte) and sat, pulling out her phone and taking a relaxed breath.

Rissozo::Group
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Rissozo: Well, now, we're all active this morning ;-)
Rissozo: Good to see everyone's doing well.....if not drowsy, hehe~

[Charmera]

"Yeah," Tod called, returning to typing. "In the kitchen, I think."

Cre3d::auxiliary_juno

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auxiliary_juno: u wot m8 :-)
auxiliary_juno: Nah, I'm online. Bickie's hanging out, too. How's things going over there?

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Cyberlala::The_Kitten_Overlord
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Cyberlala: how can you have a favorite out of all of those what
Cyberlala: nah, parents are filming so im stuck here...are you planning on abandoning me at any point :-P

Annie stroked Sekmet again for a bit and smiled as she did so, before getting back to typing. She was outwardly silent, despite the fact that she was furiously pounding away at the keyboard.

Cyberlala::The_Kitten_Overlord
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The_Kitten_Overlord: you obviously haven't looked through them, otherwise I think you'd agree that 40 is rather nice. :-P
The_Kitten_Overlord: abandon you? why would i do that crabby?
The_Kitten_Overlord: who else would I send cat pictures to? who else but my favourite cranky computer wiz kid?
The_Kitten_Overlord: besides, i don't exactly have anything planned myself... not much going on at all...

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Cre3d::Snow_And_Her_Apple

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Cre3d: Hey there.
Cre3d: I remember you said that you liked music, right? Well, I found something, though its not in English, lemme link it here.
Cre3d has hyperlinked a video.
Cre3d: Even though it isn't English, it sounds good to my ears

Cre3d::Snow_And_Her_Apple

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Snow_And_Her_Apple: Alright...

She loaded up the video and watched. She usually wasn't a fan of older things, though classical music was always an exception. After all, modern music simply didn't have the class that Catherine preferred.

Cre3d::Snow_And_Her_Apple

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Snow_And_Her_Apple: It's nice. I'm used to the lack of english.
Snow_And_Her_Apple: I am a fan of Italian opera after all.
Snow_And_Her_Apple: How'd you find it?

[Complectuss]

"Yeah," Tod called, returning to typing. "In the kitchen, I think."

Lara rolled her eyes. "Wow, thanks for the help." She paused before adding, "Really, like, that makes everything so much clearer. I can see the goddamn future!" She finished with a chuckle, keeping a light mood to the teasing.

She turned to the freezer, supposing they were most likely there. With a hoot of success, she retrieved the golden colored box containing the secret to happiness. Quickly she stuffed an entire stack into the Fischers' four slice toaster, then put the box away.

She returned momentarily to the living room. "Who's online?" she asked casually.

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itsnotindian :: Group
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itsnotindian: well
itsnotindian: I did just wake up sooo

[Lunas Legion]

Had... Had Snow just said that Tic-Tacs were horrible?

Leo's mind stopped for a second, rebooted, and sighed. Snow had officially, whether she knew it or not, declared war on him. One did not simply insult Tic-Tacs and live longer than it took him to track them down.

In the words of Liam Neeson, he would find Snow, and he would convert the heathen to the ways of the Tic-Tac. Well, not the exact words, but the gist was close enough.

A_Runner::[color=#F55858]Snow_And_Her_Apple
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A_Runner: You crossed a line Snow
A_Runner: You crossed a goddamned line
A_Runner: I will find you
A_Runner: And I will make you like Tic-Tacs

[Riysa]

Cre3d::Group

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Cre3d: Good morning to you fellas as well
Cre3d: Seems like everyone's finally coming online, how are y'all doing?

Cre3d::auxiliary_juno

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Cre3d: Good to hear
Cre3d: Oh? Say hi to her for me please.
Cre3d: Eh, the usual, can't really complain. I just wish that we would stop being perpetually gloomy over here.
Cre3d: Oh, and I got started on the Slava-class cruiser model that I've been ranting about for the past few days, though it looks more like a shipwreck for now, lol

Cre3d::Snow_And_Her_Apple

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Cre3d: Good to hear!
Cre3d: (No pun intended)
Cre3d: Well, I found it while scouring the internet for historical videos to help me with my model-building projects, and I came along it by chance. I read somewhere that its from 1960 I believe?
Cre3d: Regardless, the symbolism was pretty cool, and the director is definitely talented. Wish I had a real talent like that, haha