Doctor Who (OOC|Invite Only|Now an Award-Winning Roleplay)

[Nationstatelandsville]

By the way, I've been meaning to ask - when I do these sorts of nostalgic oneshots, do you really get the sense that this is India? Like, that is certainly very different than the West and can you somewhat visualise the scene?

I ask because I'll take that advice and apply it to my novel.

One gets the feeling of a general ghetto, unless you explicitly refer to Indian concepts.

I can't think of any other way to do it, though.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

By the way, I've been meaning to ask - when I do these sorts of nostalgic oneshots, do you really get the sense that this is India? Like, that is certainly very different than the West and can you somewhat visualise the scene?

I ask because I'll take that advice and apply it to my novel.

One gets the feeling of a general ghetto, unless you explicitly refer to Indian concepts.

I can't think of any other way to do it, though.

I can probably make it better. If I use...

*shudder*

description.

For example, I should call attention to the blistering heat, the bustling streets, the Muslims wearing their caps as they went toward the mosque, chattering about cricket, so on.

[Nationstatelandsville]

One gets the feeling of a general ghetto, unless you explicitly refer to Indian concepts.

I can't think of any other way to do it, though.

I can probably make it better. If I use...

*shudder*

description.

For example, I should call attention to the blistering heat, the bustling streets, the Muslims wearing their caps as they went toward the mosque, chattering about cricket, so on.

Yeah, that's the thing.

"Description".

Though RPing has generally turned me towards good writing techniques, I've come to realize that I completely forget to describe anymore. Which is problematic.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I can probably make it better. If I use...

*shudder*

description.

For example, I should call attention to the blistering heat, the bustling streets, the Muslims wearing their caps as they went toward the mosque, chattering about cricket, so on.

Yeah, that's the thing.

"Description".

Though RPing has generally turned me towards good writing techniques, I've come to realize that I completely forget to describe anymore. Which is problematic.

I never knew to do it to begin with.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Yeah, that's the thing.

"Description".

Though RPing has generally turned me towards good writing techniques, I've come to realize that I completely forget to describe anymore. Which is problematic.

I never knew to do it to begin with.

I used to write like Christopher Paolini on drugs.

Which is to say, I used very purple prose.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I never knew to do it to begin with.

I used to write like Christopher Paolini on drugs.

Which is to say, I used very purple prose.

I need to find how to do that on occasion.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Bear in mind, despite the fact they seemed to have turned to stone, Kay and Winston are still there.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

We have a Tropes page?

[Astrolinium]

We have a Tropes page?

We've had a tropes page for a year and two days.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

We have a Tropes page?

We've had a tropes page for a year and two days.

What do you know.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Astro, you should post.

[Nationstatelandsville]

We've had a tropes page for a year and two days.

What do you know.

Nothing.

[Astrolinium]

Astro, you should post.

Actually, either Kevin or Nat need to post; I'm the most recent post in that little scene.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Astro, you should post.

Actually, either Kevin or Nat need to post; I'm the most recent post in that little scene.

I confused the two scenes, sorry.

You should TG Kevin. I would, but lab report.

[Astrolinium]

but lab report.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

[Nationstatelandsville]

but lab report.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

The funeral is Monday.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I liked lab reports when I was in school, dunno what you're bitching about.

I remember when we did this thing in my physics class where we took this tube and we put small candles or some such throughout the tube, then connected it to a radio. The soundwaves went from the radio to the tube, and basically flames would go and down depending on the frequency of the sound.

So Eye of the Tiger would be playing while these flame jets burst out of holes in this clear tube in rhythm to the song.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I liked lab reports when I was in school, dunno what you're bitching about.

I remember when we did this thing in my physics class where we took this tube and we put small candles or some such throughout the tube, then connected it to a radio. The soundwaves went from the radio to the tube, and basically flames would go and down depending on the frequency of the sound.

So Eye of the Tiger would be playing while these flame jets burst out of holes in this clear tube in rhythm to the song.

We don't do stuff like that.

Most of the time, we mix shit together while my lab partner plays with the Bunsen burner. My lab partner is a stupid cunt.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I liked lab reports when I was in school, dunno what you're bitching about.

I remember when we did this thing in my physics class where we took this tube and we put small candles or some such throughout the tube, then connected it to a radio. The soundwaves went from the radio to the tube, and basically flames would go and down depending on the frequency of the sound.

So Eye of the Tiger would be playing while these flame jets burst out of holes in this clear tube in rhythm to the song.

We don't stuff like that.

Most of the time, we mix shit together while my lab partner plays with the Bunsen burner. My lab partner is a stupid cunt.

Well, does the shit explode? Or make a screaming sound? Or end up being delicious? Or act as an impromptu flamethrower?

If not, it's dull.

[Nationstatelandsville]

We don't stuff like that.

Most of the time, we mix shit together while my lab partner plays with the Bunsen burner. My lab partner is a stupid cunt.

Well, does the shit explode? Or make a screaming sound? Or end up being delicious? Or act as an impromptu flamethrower?

If not, it's dull.

No.

It turns yellow, though. And, when the stupid cunt mixes everything together, causes mysterious cracking in the glass.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Well, does the shit explode? Or make a screaming sound? Or end up being delicious? Or act as an impromptu flamethrower?

If not, it's dull.

No.

It turns yellow, though. And, when the stupid cunt mixes everything together, causes mysterious cracking in the glass.

Dull.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Seriously, not even the screaming jelly bean/jelly baby experiment?

[Nationstatelandsville]

No.

It turns yellow, though. And, when the stupid cunt mixes everything together, causes mysterious cracking in the glass.

Dull.

It's fun to watch people fuck up.

For example, this particular lab involved putting a blue salt over a flame and boiling the water out, so as to find its mass. We set the fire to orange. We have these clay acorn-shaped crucibles we're putting over the Bunsen burners, with an askew lid over top of them to keep the steam under control, and it's going well - we bake the water out, salt turns white, rinse and repeat. Fine.

Then the fire alarm goes off.

I look at the group behind me; they've got their crucible on the fire still. A huge jet of sapphire flame is erupting out of their crucible, which has turned from dark brown to scorched black.

"Uh," I go, "that's not supposed to happen."

The other guy blinks heavily, "It's not?"

"No - actually, your salt is on fire."

"Really? Shit."

[Nationstatelandsville]

Seriously, not even the screaming jelly bean/jelly baby experiment?

This is only our fifth or sixth lab.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Dull.

It's fun to watch people fuck up.

For example, this particular lab involved putting a blue salt over a flame and boiling the water out, so as to find its mass. We set the fire to orange. We have these clay acorn-shaped crucibles we're putting over the Bunsen burners, with an askew lid over top of them to keep the steam under control, and it's going well - we bake the water out, salt turns white, rinse and repeat. Fine.

Then the fire alarm goes off.

I look at the group behind me; they've got their crucible on the fire still. A huge jet of sapphire flame is erupting out of their crucible, which has turned from dark brown to scorched black.

"Uh," I go, "that's not supposed to happen."

The other guy blinks heavily, "It's not?"

"No - actually, your salt is on fire."

"Really? Shit."