PL: The EPIC OOC XI [closed]

[Zarkanians]

Would it be okay if I submitted an application?

Was thinking about you the other week, wondering if all was well. Of course you can submit an application.

CoOP-wise, we have plenty on board at the moment. That said, you're still a valued member of the family. Welcome home, Zark.

The setting has drastically changed. We're currently locked in a dimension that prohibits outside influences (from other pantheons, nations, etc).

We've also defined the omniverse better. These changes might influence the type of character you normally play. viewtopic.php?p=26035153#p26035153

I noticed that, and I'd like to quickly go on record as saying that, as per Tilt's advice, I have officially founded the First Church of Demens. It is very small, granted. And in my basement. And composed almost entirely of pillows, blankets and desk chairs chairs. But it's a church.

As for the omniverse definition: that's pretty much in line with how I remember things, but it actually works better with how I'm currently defining a few of my situations. Still had to make some changes to my canon, because of course I did I'd be more concerned if I didn't, but Worldbuilding Is Fun. Will send you a TG to run my ideas past you before I write them, though, just in case I missed something somewhere.

(My app is mostly done, but editing needs to happen before I post it anywhere; editng on an iPod is Not Fun.)

And, again: thank you all for the welcomes. =) I really hope I can perform well enough to deserve all of this enthusiasm.

[Swith Witherward]

Okay... I have some weird scribbles that Cer classifies as note. If I close one eye, and hold my breath, and twist my body into the shape of an L, I might be able to make sense out of them.

Char!Bran is the only character to have had the opportunity to see the city from the distance. Bran might want to read through my IC posts and offer his character's observations to the main group still in the dining room.

Oh, hmm. I posted that Sandy saw the skyglow, so he knows the city is there:

Sandy took a few steps back, about to start treating people, then turned to take a hasty look where Septimus seemed to have been indicating the rescue mission was going. He followed the bright line of a road to a pair of large dots in the distance -- our people, apparently -- then the dark, swarming mass that must be the Fiends chasing them to the Building. Beyond was a motionless dot, a friendly casualty. Damn! Whoever it was must be the mission's goal. Lifting his eyes a little higher he saw a hazy shape, but couldn't make it out... but on the horizon was a brightly lit spot with skyglow over it. A city! It must be! But that was something for tomorrow. Now, it was time to make sense of the situation on the roof.

Based on:

To the far west sat a larger city, this one sporting electricity and only clearly visible to those on the roof with enhanced vision. Skyscrapers rose from its base, their lights glittering in the night air. Vehicles traveled its roads, ferrying its inhabitants to their destinations. Had these people no idea about the horror in their own backyard? It seemed the Fiends were either reluctant to go there, or else kept at bay by something unseen.

Sandy had cast the Eyes of the Wolf, so I figured he would count as having enhanced vision, at least for the purposes of knowing the city was there. But unlike char!Bran, he doesn't have telescopic vision, so he wouldn't have seen any detail.

It that gonna need to be fixed?

No fix needed. Bran's view allowed him to see exact location, plus he could gauge distance better (most pilots can from the air).

[Northwest Slobovia]

Bran's view allowed him to see exact location, plus he could gauge distance better (most pilots can from the air).

OK. Sandy's gonna indulge himself soon, and then he'll have an even better idea. Er, unless char!Bran took his helo higher up than I think.

[Giovenith]

THE most sacred artifact in all of Pearlelei's religion is... her personal mixtape.

Created sometime during the early 1990s or earlier, it is a compact cassette created in the old-fashioned way of waiting for the radio to play the right songs and pressing "record," no magic involved. Like any personal mixtape, it is very dear to her and frequently played at any opportunity, which lead to having holy properties by sheer constant association and adoration by the goddess alone. It's track listing is:

"Happy Days" theme
"Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" - Wham!
"Maniac" - Michael Sembello
"YMCA" - Village People
"ABC" - The Jackson 5
"We Didn't Start the Fire" - Billy Joel
"I Sing the Body Electric" - from "Fame"
"Do You Believe In Magic" - The Living Spoonful
"Magic" - Pilot
"Take On Me" - a-ha

Unfortunately (or fortunately?), there have been many times where Pearlelei has accidentally lost the tape in one way or another, and it fell into public circulation with retro fans, old record stores, and the likes. Whenever it has, it has essentially acted as the opposite of the typical "cursed artifact" cliche--whatever human has possessed and listened to it has found themselves blessed by enormous luck and good fortune. It's created booming businesses, healed the fatally ill, helped people escape horrendous life situations, and even put an end to a years-long bloody gang war that was putting Bloods and Crypts to shame. Obviously, nobody ever actually knew that the mixtape was responsible for it let alone that it belonged to a goddess, nor did Pearlelei intentionally send the tape out for the purpose of causing these things.

No matter times she accidentally loses it, she always eventually finds it again, brings it home, and annoys the hell out of her children with it until it gets lost again (a la "Bird is the Word" Family Guy). There's a good chance that her older children are the ones who keep throwing it out into the world specifically of this annoyance.

--

When he was around 6 years old, his parents went out of town for two days and left him with family friends who had recently had a child themselves. As this was his first experience with a baby, the young Willow was thoroughly taken by watching the family care for it and getting to occasionally help out, and liked how gentle and soft a baby made things. When he got home, this lead to the "Biology is Magic" incident in the oneshot I wrote, which later on lead to Willow repeatedly asking his parents if they could have another baby so he could help take care of it. Obviously this wasn't going to happen, so they instead just went to the toy store and bought a doll for him, which he absolutely adored--despite the fact that is was clearly modeled to be a baby girl, Willow called it his "son" and named it Herman Jr. This was inevitably met with mild criticism and concern from some friends and neighbors, a boy having a babydoll, but Winning Streaks rebuffed it by saying, "We give babydolls to girls with the expectation that it will teach them how to be good mothers. But for every mother, there is a father. Do we not want to raise good fathers too?"

Willow did absolutely everything with that doll, and his parents spent a good deal of money over time providing him with accessories for it, like toy strollers, a toy crib, a toy high chair, toy bottles, toy baby food, toy diapers, toy diaper bag, little outfits, etc. One day, show-and-tell came up at flying kindergarten, and of course what Willow most wanted to show off was Herman Jr. and all the things he used to take care of him. Packing up all the little accessories in the diaper bag, Willow showed off Herman Jr. for all to see, which lots of the girls responded positively too (obviously liking babydolls themselves) but not so much the other boys. During recess he got to bring Herman Jr. out with him and use him to play with some of the girls, but during such, Herman Jr. was quickly swiped by some boys as a joke, which of course lead Willow and the girls to run crying and tattling to the teacher. The teacher confronted the boys and told them to return the doll, only to find Herman Jr. buried in the sand box, clothes destroyed, and hollow plastic head caved in and scribbled all over with sharpies. Total. Fucking. Meltdown. For Willow. "THEY KILLED MY BABYYYYYYY!!!!"

As consolation, his parents held a "funeral" for Herman Jr. in their backyard, putting the doll in a shoebox, covering it with clouds, then digging it up and throwing it in the garbage when he was asleep. They decided against buying him another one, and when Willow outgrew most of his toys, they dropped most of the accessories off at whatever the Equestrian equivalent of Goodwill is.

[Swith Witherward]

THE most sacred artifact in all of Pearlelei's religion is... her personal mixtape.

Created sometime during the early 1990s or earlier, it is a compact cassette created in the old-fashioned way of waiting for the radio to play the right songs and pressing "record," no magic involved. Like any personal mixtape, it is very dear to her and frequently played at any opportunity, which lead to having holy properties by sheer constant association and adoration by the goddess alone. It's track listing is:

"Happy Days" theme
"Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" - Wham!
"Maniac" - Michael Sembello
"YMCA" - Village People
"ABC" - The Jackson 5
"We Didn't Start the Fire" - Billy Joel
"I Sing the Body Electric" - from "Fame"
"Do You Believe In Magic" - The Living Spoonful
"Magic" - Pilot
"Take On Me" - a-ha

Unfortunately (or fortunately?), there have been many times where Pearlelei has accidentally lost the tape in one way or another, and it fell into public circulation with retro fans, old record stores, and the likes. Whenever it has, it has essentially acted as the opposite of the typical "cursed artifact" cliche--whatever human has possessed and listened to it has found themselves blessed by enormous luck and good fortune. It's created booming businesses, healed the fatally ill, helped people escape horrendous life situations, and even put an end to a years-long bloody gang war that was putting Bloods and Crypts to shame. Obviously, nobody ever actually knew that the mixtape was responsible for it let alone that it belonged to a goddess, nor did Pearlelei intentionally send the tape out for the purpose of causing these things.

No matter times she accidentally loses it, she always eventually finds it again, brings it home, and annoys the hell out of her children with it until it gets lost again (a la "Bird is the Word" Family Guy). There's a good chance that her older children are the ones who keep throwing it out into the world specifically of this annoyance.

--

When he was around 6 years old, his parents went out of town for two days and left him with family friends who had recently had a child themselves. As this was his first experience with a baby, the young Willow was thoroughly taken by watching the family care for it and getting to occasionally help out, and liked how gentle and soft a baby made things. When he got home, this lead to the "Biology is Magic" incident in the oneshot I wrote, which later on lead to Willow repeatedly asking his parents if they could have another baby so he could help take care of it. Obviously this wasn't going to happen, so they instead just went to the toy store and bought a doll for him, which he absolutely adored--despite the fact that is was clearly modeled to be a baby girl, Willow called it his "son" and named it Herman Jr. This was inevitably met with mild criticism and concern from some friends and neighbors, a boy having a babydoll, but Winning Streaks rebuffed it by saying, "We give babydolls to girls with the expectation that it will teach them how to be good mothers. But for every mother, there is a father. Do we not want to raise good fathers too?"

Willow did absolutely everything with that doll, and his parents spent a good deal of money over time providing him with accessories for it, like toy strollers, a toy crib, a toy high chair, toy bottles, toy baby food, toy diapers, toy diaper bag, little outfits, etc. One day, show-and-tell came up at flying kindergarten, and of course what Willow most wanted to show off was Herman Jr. and all the things he used to take care of him. Packing up all the little accessories in the diaper bag, Willow showed off Herman Jr. for all to see, which lots of the girls responded positively too (obviously liking babydolls themselves) but not so much the other boys. During recess he got to bring Herman Jr. out with him and use him to play with some of the girls, but during such, Herman Jr. was quickly swiped by some boys as a joke, which of course lead Willow and the girls to run crying and tattling to the teacher. The teacher confronted the boys and told them to return the doll, only to find Herman Jr. buried in the sand box, clothes destroyed, and hollow plastic head caved in and scribbled all over with sharpies. Total. Fucking. Meltdown. For Willow. "THEY KILLED MY BABYYYYYYY!!!!"

As consolation, his parents held a "funeral" for Herman Jr. in their backyard, putting the doll in a shoebox, covering it with clouds, then digging it up and throwing it in the garbage when he was asleep. They decided against buying him another one, and when Willow outgrew most of his toys, they dropped most of the accessories off at whatever the Equestrian equivalent of Goodwill is.

This post has the Swith Seal of Approval!


Pearlelei sounds like my mom. She loved her ill-gotten, tape recorder mix tapes. They were doled out to us after she passed. Most of the songs are missing the first few notes, but we love them anyway. Well, except my oldest brother. He's into metal.

[Germanic Templars]

THE most sacred artifact in all of Pearlelei's religion is... her personal mixtape.

Created sometime during the early 1990s or earlier, it is a compact cassette created in the old-fashioned way of waiting for the radio to play the right songs and pressing "record," no magic involved. Like any personal mixtape, it is very dear to her and frequently played at any opportunity, which lead to having holy properties by sheer constant association and adoration by the goddess alone. It's track listing is:

"Happy Days" theme
"Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" - Wham!
"Maniac" - Michael Sembello
"YMCA" - Village People
"ABC" - The Jackson 5
"We Didn't Start the Fire" - Billy Joel
"I Sing the Body Electric" - from "Fame"
"Do You Believe In Magic" - The Living Spoonful
"Magic" - Pilot
"Take On Me" - a-ha

Unfortunately (or fortunately?), there have been many times where Pearlelei has accidentally lost the tape in one way or another, and it fell into public circulation with retro fans, old record stores, and the likes. Whenever it has, it has essentially acted as the opposite of the typical "cursed artifact" cliche--whatever human has possessed and listened to it has found themselves blessed by enormous luck and good fortune. It's created booming businesses, healed the fatally ill, helped people escape horrendous life situations, and even put an end to a years-long bloody gang war that was putting Bloods and Crypts to shame. Obviously, nobody ever actually knew that the mixtape was responsible for it let alone that it belonged to a goddess, nor did Pearlelei intentionally send the tape out for the purpose of causing these things.

No matter times she accidentally loses it, she always eventually finds it again, brings it home, and annoys the hell out of her children with it until it gets lost again (a la "Bird is the Word" Family Guy). There's a good chance that her older children are the ones who keep throwing it out into the world specifically of this annoyance.

--

When he was around 6 years old, his parents went out of town for two days and left him with family friends who had recently had a child themselves. As this was his first experience with a baby, the young Willow was thoroughly taken by watching the family care for it and getting to occasionally help out, and liked how gentle and soft a baby made things. When he got home, this lead to the "Biology is Magic" incident in the oneshot I wrote, which later on lead to Willow repeatedly asking his parents if they could have another baby so he could help take care of it. Obviously this wasn't going to happen, so they instead just went to the toy store and bought a doll for him, which he absolutely adored--despite the fact that is was clearly modeled to be a baby girl, Willow called it his "son" and named it Herman Jr. This was inevitably met with mild criticism and concern from some friends and neighbors, a boy having a babydoll, but Winning Streaks rebuffed it by saying, "We give babydolls to girls with the expectation that it will teach them how to be good mothers. But for every mother, there is a father. Do we not want to raise good fathers too?"

Willow did absolutely everything with that doll, and his parents spent a good deal of money over time providing him with accessories for it, like toy strollers, a toy crib, a toy high chair, toy bottles, toy baby food, toy diapers, toy diaper bag, little outfits, etc. One day, show-and-tell came up at flying kindergarten, and of course what Willow most wanted to show off was Herman Jr. and all the things he used to take care of him. Packing up all the little accessories in the diaper bag, Willow showed off Herman Jr. for all to see, which lots of the girls responded positively too (obviously liking babydolls themselves) but not so much the other boys. During recess he got to bring Herman Jr. out with him and use him to play with some of the girls, but during such, Herman Jr. was quickly swiped by some boys as a joke, which of course lead Willow and the girls to run crying and tattling to the teacher. The teacher confronted the boys and told them to return the doll, only to find Herman Jr. buried in the sand box, clothes destroyed, and hollow plastic head caved in and scribbled all over with sharpies. Total. Fucking. Meltdown. For Willow. "THEY KILLED MY BABYYYYYYY!!!!"

As consolation, his parents held a "funeral" for Herman Jr. in their backyard, putting the doll in a shoebox, covering it with clouds, then digging it up and throwing it in the garbage when he was asleep. They decided against buying him another one, and when Willow outgrew most of his toys, they dropped most of the accessories off at whatever the Equestrian equivalent of Goodwill is.

This post has the Swith Seal of Approval!


Pearlelei sounds like my mom. She loved her ill-gotten, tape recorder mix tapes. They were doled out to us after she passed. Most of the songs are missing the first few notes, but we love them anyway. Well, except my oldest brother. He's into metal.

I can only imagine what your brother looks like when he brushes his teeth to metal... Oh wait, I can.

[Northwest Slobovia]

THE most sacred artifact in all of Pearlelei's religion is... her personal mixtape.

Created sometime during the early 1990s or earlier, it is a compact cassette created in the old-fashioned way of waiting for the radio to play the right songs and pressing "record," no magic involved. Like any personal mixtape, it is very dear to her and frequently played at any opportunity, which lead to having holy properties by sheer constant association and adoration by the goddess alone. It's track listing is:

"Happy Days" theme
"Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" - Wham!
"Maniac" - Michael Sembello
"YMCA" - Village People
"ABC" - The Jackson 5
"We Didn't Start the Fire" - Billy Joel
"I Sing the Body Electric" - from "Fame"
"Do You Believe In Magic" - The Living Spoonful
"Magic" - Pilot
"Take On Me" - a-ha

Unfortunately (or fortunately?), there have been many times where Pearlelei has accidentally lost the tape in one way or another, and it fell into public circulation with retro fans, old record stores, and the likes. Whenever it has, it has essentially acted as the opposite of the typical "cursed artifact" cliche--whatever human has possessed and listened to it has found themselves blessed by enormous luck and good fortune. It's created booming businesses, healed the fatally ill, helped people escape horrendous life situations, and even put an end to a years-long bloody gang war that was putting Bloods and Crypts to shame. Obviously, nobody ever actually knew that the mixtape was responsible for it let alone that it belonged to a goddess, nor did Pearlelei intentionally send the tape out for the purpose of causing these things.

No matter times she accidentally loses it, she always eventually finds it again, brings it home, and annoys the hell out of her children with it until it gets lost again (a la "Bird is the Word" Family Guy). There's a good chance that her older children are the ones who keep throwing it out into the world specifically of this annoyance.

--

When he was around 6 years old, his parents went out of town for two days and left him with family friends who had recently had a child themselves. As this was his first experience with a baby, the young Willow was thoroughly taken by watching the family care for it and getting to occasionally help out, and liked how gentle and soft a baby made things. When he got home, this lead to the "Biology is Magic" incident in the oneshot I wrote, which later on lead to Willow repeatedly asking his parents if they could have another baby so he could help take care of it. Obviously this wasn't going to happen, so they instead just went to the toy store and bought a doll for him, which he absolutely adored--despite the fact that is was clearly modeled to be a baby girl, Willow called it his "son" and named it Herman Jr. This was inevitably met with mild criticism and concern from some friends and neighbors, a boy having a babydoll, but Winning Streaks rebuffed it by saying, "We give babydolls to girls with the expectation that it will teach them how to be good mothers. But for every mother, there is a father. Do we not want to raise good fathers too?"

Willow did absolutely everything with that doll, and his parents spent a good deal of money over time providing him with accessories for it, like toy strollers, a toy crib, a toy high chair, toy bottles, toy baby food, toy diapers, toy diaper bag, little outfits, etc. One day, show-and-tell came up at flying kindergarten, and of course what Willow most wanted to show off was Herman Jr. and all the things he used to take care of him. Packing up all the little accessories in the diaper bag, Willow showed off Herman Jr. for all to see, which lots of the girls responded positively too (obviously liking babydolls themselves) but not so much the other boys. During recess he got to bring Herman Jr. out with him and use him to play with some of the girls, but during such, Herman Jr. was quickly swiped by some boys as a joke, which of course lead Willow and the girls to run crying and tattling to the teacher. The teacher confronted the boys and told them to return the doll, only to find Herman Jr. buried in the sand box, clothes destroyed, and hollow plastic head caved in and scribbled all over with sharpies. Total. Fucking. Meltdown. For Willow. "THEY KILLED MY BABYYYYYYY!!!!"

As consolation, his parents held a "funeral" for Herman Jr. in their backyard, putting the doll in a shoebox, covering it with clouds, then digging it up and throwing it in the garbage when he was asleep. They decided against buying him another one, and when Willow outgrew most of his toys, they dropped most of the accessories off at whatever the Equestrian equivalent of Goodwill is.

I haven't thought about mixtapes in mumblty years. I still have one that's dear to me, even though it was damaged in a fire and probably no longer plays. Doesn't matter. Still has songs and stuff from when an old friend was overseas and missed me terribly.

[Giovenith]

Ja.

It's barely shown because of her status as a force-that-be character in PL, but despite all the graceful and reverential hang-ups around her by other characters, I imagine Pearlelei's actual personality as largely that of a dorky woman with tastes largely centered in the late 70s/80s who is more into doing things that are helpful and fun than she is making herself fearsome or muse-like. She's not above dressing up in a big chicken suit to help a restaurant, or encouraging someone to DDR themselves to victory, or buying a shit-ton of peanuts just because they were on sale even though no one is going to eat them. That's not to say she doesn't have typical god attributes, but if it's nothing that serious, she's off doing things her way.

[Torsiedelle]

Hey guys, just posting from the barracks in Reception while I have time. I'm freaked out, and I honestly want to just go home, but I'm sticking it out.

Goodnight.

[Giovenith]

Hey guys, just posting from the barracks in Reception while I have time. I'm freaked out, and I honestly want to just go home, but I'm sticking it out.

Goodnight.

We're with you all the way. Just get some sleep, try to be calm. Keep your eye on the prize. We love you.

[Mincaldenteans]

Hey guys, just posting from the barracks in Reception while I have time. I'm freaked out, and I honestly want to just go home, but I'm sticking it out.

Goodnight.

You'll be okay -nodnod-

[Northwest Slobovia]

Hey guys, just posting from the barracks in Reception while I have time. I'm freaked out, and I honestly want to just go home, but I'm sticking it out.

Your country RP group is behind you 100%. *nods*

[Highfort]

Hey guys, just posting from the barracks in Reception while I have time. I'm freaked out, and I honestly want to just go home, but I'm sticking it out.

Goodnight.

We're with you in spirit, Torsii. Don't let the bastards grind you down.

[Torsiedelle]

Thanks, guys. I love you all, too.

I can't wait for Christmas Exodus. Two weeks to spend with family, and, of course, you guys.

[Northwest Slobovia]

Thanks, guys. I love you all, too.

I can't wait for Christmas Exodus. Two weeks to spend with family, and, of course, you guys.

Don't forget, once you're at Fort Eustice, TG me. Maybe we can meet somewhere.

[Fvaarniimar]

Oh man, Torsi. In your shoes, I'd probably be terrified. I seriously admire your courage and resolve, but...stay safe, please.

[Germanic Templars]

Oh man, Torsi. In your shoes, I'd probably be terrified. I seriously admire your courage and resolve, but...stay safe, please.

Oh don't worry, if there is any part in his military career that will be easy it would be BCT. I mean all that is required is right uniform and right time. Plus orders are not that hard to follow. Besides I gave him tips via TG.

[Northwest Slobovia]

Oh man, Torsi. In your shoes, I'd probably be terrified. I seriously admire your courage and resolve, but...stay safe, please.

Oh don't worry, if there is any part in his military career that will be easy it would be BCT. I mean all that is required is right uniform and right time. Plus orders are not that hard to follow. Besides I gave him tips via TG.

Oh, great! Thanks, GT!

[Fvaarniimar]

It's not the basic training that would scare me, although I'd likely hate it. It's war - high violence, high risk.

[Highfort]

It's not the basic training that would scare me, although I'd likely hate it. It's war - high violence, high risk.

Not everyone's on the front line and, even then, the violence is sporadic. The majority of the time, the front line is a mixture of tension, boredom, and tiredness. It's hardly intense fighting all the time - that's why sieges and assaults make the front page news. They're the exception rather than the norm.

[Giovenith]

It's not the basic training that would scare me, although I'd likely hate it. It's war - high violence, high risk.

Getting up early, getting yelled at, and doing things I don't want to are three of my least favorite things.

I am the shittiest possible soldier you could ask for.

[Chedastan]

It's not the basic training that would scare me, although I'd likely hate it. It's war - high violence, high risk.

Well it's not like they'll send him on a tour right off the bat after he's done. At least not somewhere messy straight off surely?

[Highfort]

It's not the basic training that would scare me, although I'd likely hate it. It's war - high violence, high risk.

Getting up early, getting yelled at, and doing things I don't want to are three of my least favorite things.

I am the shittiest possible soldier you could ask for.

Fairly sure I'm the worst. I'd be the guy sassing my superior officer just to be contrarian.

"Can you just go?"

"I dunno, can I?"

-stereotypical sitcom laugh track-

[Zarkanians]

From what I understand, even being on the 'front lines' is more like being a trucker than anything else--9 parts mind-numbing tedium, 1 part mind-numbing terror?

[Germanic Templars]

Oh don't worry, if there is any part in his military career that will be easy it would be BCT. I mean all that is required is right uniform and right time. Plus orders are not that hard to follow. Besides I gave him tips via TG.

Oh, great! Thanks, GT!

It is nothing really. I mean, the only bad part besides DS is him during his FTX, sleeping in a tent he pitched up, sleeping with his rifle between his arms, using his ACU jacket as a blanket...Not bad, really. Hell, that was enjoyable for me.