Personification Life OOC VIII [OPEN -Sign up and Planning]

by **Swith Witherward** » Sat Mar 08, 2014 2:36 am

EIGHTH OOC ITERATION
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YOUR BACKSTAGE PASS

IC PART IX

OOC THREAD CONTENTS

SITREP | DRAMATIS PERSONÆ | BIELEFELD SETTING | THE BUILDING

SMALL BUSINESS DIRECTORY | THE UNIVERSE AND OTHER HAUNTS | TRIBUTES AND QUIRKY STUFF

THE FUNDAMENTALS

The most common topic I encounter during my leisurely crawl through other P2TM threads is:
PL doesn't have a plot!

PLOT
PL does have an over-arching plot that has slowly built over time. 
It's an undercurrent rather than an overt objective. 
Most players unknowingly contribute to it; some players are fully aware of it.

EVENTS
Our RP is best described as "a series of unfortunate events". 
Major Event - affects the entire thread.
Minor Event - only affects the characters that are part of that campaign.

OVERARCHING CONCEPT
Daily life, peeps! 

Characters go about their life just as people do IRL. 
The problem with life is that SHIT HAPPENS!

We can't always predict when shit will happen. 
It sometimes happens at the worst possible time.
When life throws you lemons, make lemonade.
When life throws you Eldritch Abominations and evil forces attempt to invade,
Pull yourself up by the bootstraps and go kick some ass.

You, a Resident or Guest of Bielefeld, partake in all that
Bielefeld has to offer. You have it all, man!
You live in a magical Building own by O.C. Demens
(it's rumored that he's a Greater Being)
Where anything and everything can happen.

Bielefeld itself is a magnet for all sorts of things,
None of it necessarily sensible,
And sits at a crossroads for seemingly everything in the known omniverse.
And everything, dear readers, seems to arrive at that Building. 
It's Fate, or Kismet 
Or just a black hole with an event horizon orbited by hilarity.

FREEDOM!!!
PL allows you to play any genre that's near and dear to your heart. 
You breathe life into that genre, finding balance with other genres
already in place. 

PL allows you to play whatever your imagination dreams up
(other than godly beings so powerful that serve little purpose
except to masturbate the player's ego.)

PL's longevity is due to the OP and CoOPs allowing people to be creative
While helping them adapt that creativity to fit in
With the world setting. Players create their own 
Smaller stories which intertwine with the bigger picture.

JOIN US!
Never fear. You don't need to know hardly any background to join. Seriously. You learn as you go.
We ease your character into the thread from the very first day.
Please don't feel overwhelmed by all the big boxes. Miss Swith is an anal-retentive world builder.
All that crap below is just reference material.

PERSONIFICATION LIFE IS OPEN TO PLAYERS OF ALL LEVELS! COME ON IN, WE DON'T BITE!

HOW TO JOIN

This is a mixed genre RP which allows you to play things that are near and dear to your heart. Other players may currently have characters that are part of your favorite genre... bear that in mind when you apply. Their established canon takes priority. If you sign up and are approved but don't post, your character is dropped from the roster.

If you have a difficult time figuring out the power scale below, don't worry. We're here to help. No shame in being confused. Just drop the following people a TG and we'll gladly assist you.

Find Help: Cerillium, Swith Witherward, Tiltjuice, or Zarkanians.

"The essence of a role-playing game is that it is a group, cooperative experience." - Gary Gygax

by **Swith Witherward** » Sat Mar 08, 2014 2:54 am

SITREP

by **Swith Witherward** » Sat Mar 08, 2014 3:27 am

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

1st Lt. Chernaya "Shadow" Varona
"Shadow", as she's known by in her squad, is one of the best snipers in the Froxian Military. She leads a covert tactical operations squad that officially doesn't exist anywhere on record. She is loyal to her country, and as such has taken on the responsibility of raising perhaps the most important child to exist in the nation. Her skills as a marksman is matched only by her unwavering stoicism. She is a woman of duty, and would take out anyone who tries to jeopardize it. Full Details.

Sinyaya Ptitsa
Perhaps the happiest child to be born out of the Zone, which is ironic for such a place filled with gloomy sorrow on a daily basis. She's full of boundless curiosity and seeks out the new and exciting (which can be even the simplest things) much to her guardian's discontent. She hasn't been in a life or death situation yet, so there's that. She holds control over some of the Zone's anomalies, but only to a miniature extent. The most she's done was make a small fire in the palms of her hands. She enjoys most anything and is excited to be seeing a new place filled with new things and people. Full Details.

Captain Cinnamon Brittney Thompson
Flight leader of the 284th Aggressor Squadron. Callsign: Berserker 1 "Scorcher". She's been trained to fly the F-15C, and even has her own custom-painted fighter. She's a great pilot all around, though not the best. She's got a stoic sense of attitude, but also doesn't mind cutting loose and being happy every once in a while. She does her best not to let things get her down. Not quite a child soldier in the sense, but more of a child pilot. She was raised in the hidden Monfrox government complex deep under the Dead City and the Zone, and trained from 6 to fly and fight in the sky. Despite not having much of a childhood, she still can enjoy herself when she really wants to. Bar fights also seem to be a common occurrence with her, whether she instigates them or not.Full details.

Flint
Veronika, or Flint as she prefers to be called, didn't grow up normally like all the other kids. Her parents died when she was twelve, leaving her with Beard at the Skadovsk bar to take her in and teach her how to survive. She worked for him by finding artifacts and bringing them in in exchange for him allowing her to eat, drink, and stay for free with a couple extra cartridges here and there. She's rough around the edges and doesn't care much for people. She also isn't very trusting and can get angered easily. She drinks vodka regularly and has built up a toleration for even the heaviest drinking nights. All in all, she does try her best to do what's right, but she also isn't afraid to threaten to kick someone's teeth in if they start ticking her off. Full details.

Inactive

by **Swith Witherward** » Sat Mar 08, 2014 3:59 am

THE SOVEREIGN STATE OF BIELEFELD

Bielefeld doesn't exist in a single static location and moves as is needed. It borders Florida, Kentucky, Maine, and Minnesota all at once while still being found in the Sea of Japan, a few miles off the northern shore of South Africa, knocking Germany aside to hump France, and then pretending to be a tropical island. It moves on its own wont and does so with such grace that the inhabitants are completely unaware of the change. If faced with absolute absolute danger, it lifts its skirts and trots even further away. Its current location is between the UK and Denmark. Bielefeld has its own government as well as a city government and stands independent much like Monaco.

The National Government Seat is located Downtown in the Government District. Parliament meets daily to discuss issues.

Primary Members of Parliament

Prime Minister - Madam Thalia Heiss
Minister of Law and Order - Mr. John Banks
Minister of Finance - Mr. Alfred Marquet
Minister of Defense - Mr. Gregory Hemsig
Minister of Transportation - Ms. Yvette Main

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THE CITY OF BIELEFELD

The City of Bielefeld is a tiny gem which sits on the nation's western coast. The City was constructed after the third Drone invasion devastated the old city (Vaffelhelm) and much of the planet. Various nations such as the BranRiech and Germanic Templars provided raw materials for the construction. The work was carried out by the Nifidium.

The city has its own branch of government which oversees daily administration. The local government facilities and courthouse are in the Government District downtown.

Mayor of Bielefeld - S. Ivan Kepler
Chief of Police - Anderson Thompson
Sheriff - James Braun
Director of the NMJM - Otto Klaus

MAP

Downtown

Downtown contains the array of magnificent buildings and establishments. Capitol Hall, where concerts and performances of all types are held, rivals the Sydney Opera House in size and beauty. Next to it is a ten-story building capped by a glass dome. From above, pillars can be seen through the dome. They bear the flags of all nations on Earth, with the Templar flag on top. Across the front of the building are the words “Grand Pharmacy Bank”.

Dotted throughout the area (and in most of the city) are houses of worship and meditation to reflect the diverse faiths of the townies.

Many other businesses -the Capitol Movie Theatre, the aquarium and zoo, Bielefeld’s own Opera House, the Museum of Fine Arts, the Museum of Natural History, and the Vafflehelm Memorial Museum – are also located downtown. The main library stands proudly in their midst, a bastion of marble and knowledge governed by a strange clockwork being. Curving around them is the Art District, with passageways, coffee shops, and paintings, murals, and architecture throughout.

The University of Bielefeld Hospital can be found here, nestled quietly next to Bielefield University which offers one of the top medical schools in Europe.

Industrial District

A casual observer might mistake it for the city's downtown. Rather than the small, squat, grey factories common to so many other cities, the ID’s main structures are towers built from glass and concrete, and surrounded by roads. There doesn't seem to be any pattern to the buildings' designs: there are brown buildings with windows that look like black buttons from a distance, and there are buildings that look to be made almost entirely of glass (working in those during the summer must be awful). Further into the Industrial District, old-looking smoke-stacks loomed—possibly a left-over from a previous stage of development? But, no, Bielefeld was created after the death of the city of Vaffleheim--the previous host to the apartment building. The old city's ruins are still visible to its south. Maybe the stacks are just a stylistic thing, then. They certainly look nice—all steep slants, gentle curves, cream concrete and smooth, black smoke that billowed and expanded as it rose up into blue sky.

There are patches of green space between some of the buildings—they are littered with trees, and sometimes they even have fountains. Interesting juxtaposition and a decent metaphor: the best kind of industrial beauty was the sort you could admire from a picnic blanket. There are also pockets of clockwork workshops and smoke-belching factories, which seem geared towards a more archaic feel--steampunk and dieselpunk, respectively. Occasionally the pockets overlap, and where they met, there is a brutal clash between Victorian elegance and 1940s American zeitgeist.

But where is the pollution and acid rain? Surely the smokestacks must be having some effect on the atmosphere, to say nothing of the frankly gratuitous amount of smoke the factories were giving off. It is a mystery few could explain; most just shrug their shoulders and attribute the cleanliness to magic.

The Observatory, home to an odd brotherhood of techpriests, is located north of the Industrial District and high atop Cerillium Hill.

Market District

Between the Industrial and Market Districts, at the very northern end of the Market, the fishing vessels ply their trade. The Fish Market itself is an incomprehensible mosaic of culture, featuring the hustle and bustle to be expected of a major city’s wet market and attached food courts. All kinds of cuisines can be found here - fish or fowl or grain, Western or Asian. So, too, could a museum located off the shore but accessible by ferry.

The Market District, like the Fish Market tucked within it, is a place where people of all ethnicities and cultures gather. It had an upscale atmosphere, with Memorial Park bursting with daily activities. Paintings, murals and architecture dot the area, and are interwoven to tell stories as one passed from one end of the District to the other. A giraffe statue, taller than the highest storefront on Main, cranes its neck towards the heavens and sticks its tongue out at the sky.

It's a large district but the most popular spot is on Main Street where a trolley ferries people from one end to the other. The storefronts face the beach and shimmering ocean. Chaos Restaurant, an iconic spot and the only building to survive the Drone Invasion, can be found towards the southern end of this district. So too sits The Building on the corner of Subabsurdus and Main, the very last structure found in the Market District and the home of the Heroes of Vaffelheim and other unnatural beings. Close by the Building, Haven has blossomed, literally, into a circular mélange of greens, oranges, browns and yellows. Trees grow toward the sky here and there, with a cluster of tables and furniture under a large oak tree.

Suburbia and Country

The suburbs lay east of the city. This is the land of tract houses and white picket fences, and dotted amongst them are brick apartment buildings and mansions. Access to the city is provided via bullet trains, subways, buses or cabs. Suburbia is divided by a river and highway, one side being “townies” and the other embracing a countryside lifestyle.

Raptor Lake and the surrounding natural parks occupied this area as well. It boasts amusement parks, water parks, a laser tag arena and other features, all of which are surrounded by the scenery, trails and campgrounds of Bielefeld State Park. A state-of-the-art laser tag arena--almost a full-fledged battle simulator--rest next to the amusement parks.

Agricultural District

To the very south sit the Agricultural District and several military installations. This is the and of rolling crop fields and pastures owned by families or else conglomerations. The view to them is hedged by natural woodland and Pearlelei Lake. Roads criss-cross the district, allowing foot and vehicle traffic around the area. All manner of farm machinery can be seen trundling their way along the roads, especially during planting and harvest seasons. The main, paved roads cut through the ag district on a curve, leading north towards the forest and outer city, and westwards towards the military installations just outside of the city of Bielefeld. Other paved roads lead to little houses and clusters of buildings. A freight rail ties it to the City. Little clusters of homes belong to farmers and their families. They drive into the city for school and other things that they lacked out in the farmlands.

Miscellaneous

The sea offers many attractions such as a marina and, beyond it, a battle arena occupying a tiny island. Ships slipped into channels to bring their bountiful ocean harvest to shore or else smaller vessels come to dock at the marina. Intermingled with them are commuters aboard ferries which slip from Market District to cruise towards the Industrial District.

Please visit the Bielefeld Wiki page for more information.
Special thanks to all the players who took the time to add their personal touches to PL. Initial writeup located here.

by **Swith Witherward** » Sat Mar 08, 2014 4:18 am

THE BUILDING
42nd Subabsurdus Street, Bielefeld

The Building is centric to the PLverse. Located at the corner of Subabsurdus Street and Main, is serves to house nearly all PCs. The interior construction appears differently to each resident (tile vs wood floors vs carpet, metal staircases vs concrete vs wood) etc. The landlord, O.C. Demens, hardly ever makes an appearance. New tenants are usually welcomed into the Building and find their contract and a key at the reception desk.

The Building is sentient. It heals itself although recently the landlord has begun issuing fines to people who destroy the property without damn good reason. It's heavily protected against intrusion, to include an active security system which purges nanites and smaller things. It easily registers tech. Breaking into apartments while players are offline (and without letting them know) is taboo.

Further information can be found on the PL "Building" Wiki Page

by **Swith Witherward** » Sat Mar 08, 2014 4:24 am

SMALL BUSINESS DIRECTORY
Most of these businesses owned by characters.
WIP - Miss Swith will complete at a later time.

Public Offerings

Players are welcome to start up a business for their character. Please make certain the "need" isn't already filled by another player. Fill out the app and post it in the OOC thread.

by **Swith Witherward** » Sat Mar 08, 2014 4:41 am

THE PL UNIVERSE

HAUNTS

These are established areas outside Bielefeld where players RP as a group for holidays or vacations.

The Island

The island is located far off the coast of [REDACTED]. The shoreline has pristine beaches although there are cliffs on the opposite side. The majority of people have huts along the beach although the raptors claim the volcano base and Swith has her compound offshore (it can be reached by wading through the shallows to her atoll. There is a large pavilion near the huts (Bran and Rylli were married there) and the Germanic Templars have a small factory of sorts. There is also a large fire pit area where the group gathers for luaus or music (or ghost stories) in the evenings.

The interior of the island has dense vegetation. The ground rises steadily upward to a small, dormant volcano.

The island is used as a holiday getaway and for other vacations.

Tsu first suggested we make one to get away from the 2012 winter doldrums.

Descriptive post from PL IC IX

The Island haunt was extremely familiar to many, but for the newer Residents, this was their first glimpse of paradise. It loomed ever nearer as the aircraft made their approach. Their first view was of the steep and ominous cliffs on the far side of this ocean jewel, and the top of a volcano. These rose up from the sea at a steep angle. The surf crashed heavily at the rocks and boulders which protected the shear wall from eroding away.

The aircraft banked and circled around the island, allowing those on board to see her full glory in the rising sun.

Sunlight glistened upon the crystal clear waters beneath them. The rays kissed the pristine beaches and then warmed the dense vegetation that served as a backdrop for a row of huts perched between jungle and shoreline. Those huts were a welcomed sight for so many. They were the holiday homes of the Residents. Some stood vacant in anticipation of new owners.

A large pavilion had been erected on the beach last year. Each night, it was lit by thousands of twinkling white lights. Outside, multicolored Christmas lights would illuminate a path that forked into two directions. One led to a large fire pit set up for roasting marshmallows and other things on sticks, and the other path led to a small grotto used for prayer and meditation by some of the Residents. The bonfire pit had been the place of so many fond memories, but it had sat vacant for a long while. The sitting logs were still there, but it lacked firewood. Someone would have to beachcomb for it.

The glint of metal revealed the Germanic Templar’s cluster of buildings amidst some trees. Somewhere down there was the entrance to an old bunker that served as a base for Bones and his brothers. Also there was the remains of the Monfroxian compound, although it had been heavily damaged during the Drone Invasion; no weapons were left and the building itself was a husk.

There was an odd rocky outcrop just off that main beach, and a strange cottage nestled atop it.

A small, perfectly round atoll sat just off the main island, its watery center an intensely deep blue in contrast to the white beaches and palm trees surrounding it. There was a compound of sorts… more a series of open buildings interlinked by covered walkways… that faced the island huts. It could only be reached by a thin pathway from beach to atoll, and the visitor would need to wade through ankle deep water if using it. A yacht rocked on the light waves. It would be very familiar to Superbia and Swith.

Also visible was Mer Lagoon, a secretive place cherished by the BranRiechians Rylli and Bran. The crystal clear waters there revealed the massive form of Pookie the Leviathan swimming from it, craggy spines breaking the water and casting up spray in his wake.

A short distance away from all this were wooden platforms constructed right on the beach. These were new, and served as a travel platform. The aircraft would be able to hover down here, their massive engines far enough from the main structures so as to not cause damage.

by **Swith Witherward** » Sat Mar 08, 2014 4:53 am

TRIBUTES AND QUIRKY STUFF

You helped shape us. For that, I'm grateful. ~ Cerillium

Swith Witherward wrote:The evening sky on Gliese was peppered with stars. Swith, who had gone on vacation with her mate and children, slipped from bed and opened the French doors leading out to the balcony. The palace below was still in celebration. Swith's eyes weren't on them, though. She looked up at the stars and drew a shuddering breath.

It was a silent keen that traveled on a plain that no mortals could hear. It was a greeting and a goodbye wrapped in a gossamer strand that couldn't be broken by mortals or gods or even the Greater Beings. It was a patient and gentle understanding buoyed by her gratitude and admiration for a foe who had, in a sense, become a cherished entity in her world.

She stood silently amongst the sounds of revelry and joy from below, and she wept tears that were neither sad or happy. They were simply tears, and they fell from her eyes and landed on her chest without any further preamble.

"Farewell," she whispered to the stars. Her mind reflected upon octopus and pizza parlors, replicants and tea with scones. She sighed and her head tilted as she keened again. And then, because there wasn't anything left to do, she stepped inside and closed the door to block out the noise for a while.

Transgravitas Directorate wrote:The strains of Rachmaninoff's Prelude in C# Minor echoed throughout the darkly lit ether of Cuisine's apartment. He and Luce sat together over beers, toasting an honorable acquaintance and an enigmatic mind. They spoke of Aetherians and shards, of yachts and cars, and of sand and sea. Conversation intermingled with the hopeful beginning, haunting progression, and chaotic climax. Dim blue and green highlights from the wall panel displays gave them tranquility, however, and the hope that things would someday be better.

And finally, as the closing notes brought the piece to an end, the pair sat in silence.

Cerillium wrote:Ceril navigated the business end of the soldering iron between fine wires coupled to an old circuit board. The white hot light flared and briefly illuminated his face and the face of the servator next to him. He sighed and examined his work.

Not bad. Needs more. Possibly -

He yawned and removed the iron from the confines of the cabinet. "Needs more later. It's late as it is."

The servator, a replica of the D7-N1-X8 blinked stupidly at him. She could never replace the actual thing she was copied from. "It is late," she said.

"No shit. I just said that."

"Yes."

Ceril rubbed the skin under his optics and groaned. "Go dock, Mavis 12."

He watched the drone clone gracefully cross the workroom to join her "sisters". He'd done many things with those clones - dressing them in hula outfits or programming them to sing show tunes - but he'd never lost respect for the beings who fashioned the original Mavis.

The old cyborg checked his work a final time and walked from the workroom. His hand paused on the light switch. "Goodnight ladies."

"Good night," they replied in unison as the overhead flickered off.

Cerillium wrote:Ceril sat on a rocky outcrop and bid silent farewell to the raptors. They'd been part of this madness far longer than he. It had been his honor to track things over the years. He recalled the story of the day Neil (as NVE) first stepped into the building.

"Can I come in? I have cake!" NVE had shouted before affixing a large fake mustache to his snout. "Can sombody let me, a completely ordinary person, in? I lost my keys, not in a fire!" He just was about to move into this building because his last apartment building was vaporized by the small nuclear reactor he built.

Perhaps he would have been left out in the cold were it not for Dabfia. Dab (the normal Dab and not evil Dab) had let the velociraptor in and, after making Dab promise to not mention the initial offer of cake, the raptor had scampered off ~~to steal a stranger's~~ an occupied room in order to plot a means to own the first building thus forgo the necessity of rent payments. The most logical (for a raptor) conclusion was to build a nuclear device of some kind and use it somehow.

(*cue evil laugh*)

Sadly, the only thing NVE had available was what was available. He slipped into the basement, unfastened the heavy water heater and then ran afoul of Bones (whose room he had stolen.)

Flassshback!

Bones was staring out the window when he heard shouting. He looked down and saw a talking velociraptor knocking on the door. Dabfia let him in.

Interesting. This is something worth looking into... My, my, there's some interesting characters moving into here. He clasped his fingers together and smiled. Things will definitely be getting interesting around here... Excellent...

Bones watched the strange creature drag the water heater.

"You do realize you don't have a room, right?"

"Of course I have a perfectly legitimate room that exists. Otherwise I just stole a total stranger's room. I definately didn't not do that!" NVE replied. Of course, that is exactly what he did.

Bones wasn't convinced. "Suuurrreee... and what are you going to do when that stranger comes back and finds you in his room?"

"Ummmmm...I AM HIM! Don't you reconize me? I got a haircut and grew a mustashe!" NVE replied and pointed to the fake mustache.

"Riiigggghhhhtttt... what's your room number?"

"Ummmmm...Pi times R squared divided by zero!" NVE said hoping to confuse him. "I wasn't expecting some kind of Spanish Inquisition!" he added.

"Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition. And that is my room, by the way."

"Oh really? Then prove it!" NVE said as he made a dash for the door and locked it behind him. Then NVE locked all the extra locks he added.

"You missed one," Bones said, pointing over NVE's shoulder. He turned around and walked into his bedroom, locking the door behind him.

"Dammit!" NVE cursed after discovering that he was now locked out.

"Fine! I'll just find another better room that doesn't smell bad! Crap, I left my suitcase in there!" he added. NVE didn't want Bones to touch his suitcase, he needed to get in there fast. NVE looked at the water heater. "BINGO!"

The velociraptor scampered outside and grabbed a car battery out of one of the parked vehicles on the street. He ran back in and wired it to the water heater, then smashed off all the safety devices with his wrench. He positioned the water heater in front of Bone's door.

"If it worked on Mythbusters, It'll work here." NVE muttered to himself.

Bones heard loud noises coming from outside his door. Looking outside, he saw that the dinosaur had positioned an improvised explosive right outside his door. Bones grabbed the water heater and dragged it inside, disconnecting it from the battery in the process. He locked the door again behind him.

"Dammit!" NVE had been thwarted.

His next course of action was to run to the hardware store where he 'legally purchased' some rope. He climbed onto the roof of the apartment building and tied down one end. With a firm grip on the other end, NVE jumped off the roof and smashed through the window of Bones' apartment.

"Ta Da!...I mean...Hand over my suitcase and nobody gets hurt!" NVE threatened and held out... his empty hands.

"Wait a second." NVE opened his suitcase and pulled out two Uzis.

"Much better," he said and closed his suitcase. "Now hand over my suitcase before I fill ya full of lead fiery death...something!" NVE threatened.

BUT......

The room was empty, save for the water heater, which had been hooked up to another battery. The suitcase was strapped to the bomb. There was a note on it:

Here's your suitcase.

"Dammit! Well at least I got my suitcase back..." NVE was interrupted by the water heater exploding.

The old cyborg's laugh was softly huffed breaths that escalated into thunderous laughter. Those were the days, my friend! Those were the best days: the salad days when everything was sparse and absolutely nothing was sacred.

He hadn't a glass to raise in toast to the raptors. He lifted his eyes to the heavens and named a constellation in NVE's honor instead.

The BranRiech wrote:Bran, simply humbled to be in the presence of his friends (And evil genius'), was already shedding tears as the Raptor's left their presence. Whether it was venturing into Neil's mind to save him from himself, or venturing up to a Moon prison to once again save them, he always knew he'd have loyal friends in them, wherever they were. There was of course, the share of bad times as well, but hell, all friends went through them. Bran had long since forgiven them for that. "Farewell, old friends." He whispered as the house vanished, Rachelle watching from atop his lap (Which she was getting way too big to be sitting on!)

Rylli too, was thinking the same things, and Natiya too.

Giovenith wrote:Giovenith was more than a little confused at the disappearance of the raptors' house and household, spinning and tilting her head toward the now-empty space, momentarily entranced by how it faded like a state of consciousness on the brim of twilight. Which one, though? Awake, or asleep? Suddenly, she felt silly for trying to guess which... of course the raptors would never allow themselves to be that simple. They danced on the edge of that which was known, in their own way. It was a rather magical thing, despite that Giovenith knew they preferred science, the smart cookies... magic, science, it was all a talent. It took talent to the spin the world round in a way you wished, to make the glass half full and half empty, or to knit riddles that were only satisfying with no answer.

Pressing both hands to her mouth, Giovenith set a kiss down in them, then stretched out her arms theatrically to send it flying on the wind toward the spot the house had once been.

"Buh bye!" she called out without sorrow, stretching one hand to wave widely at the sky. "See you soon! Love you! Don't forget to come back home and play again!"

They wouldn't forget. She didn't know where they had gone, why, or how soon they'd be back, but that didn't matter. One of the most important lessons friendship taught you was how to say good-bye, to not feel heartbreak over the sunset... and to be confident that, like sunrises, there would always be another hello. Reminding herself of this with a deep breath, Giovenith folded her hands in front of her and began to walk off from the remains of the party. She wouldn't go home just yet; sunsets were just as lovely as sunrises, especially on a place as Eternal as an island beach. The land would assist in nurturing her reflections.

Swith Witherward wrote:Swith watched Torii run off to her hut. A sense of peace settled in her chest. It was good to see spark from the girl again, and even better than she'd returned to join the group in cooking things over the fire. That's how it should be... community, family, kinship.

She nodded to Cuisine and helped herself to his thoughtful drink.

The stars were twinkling overhead now, and Swith lifted her glass of liver towards them and towards her first friend. Somewhere out there, raptors zoomed along in a House. Somewhere out there, a Velocidoctor sat in a Construct's kitchen and sipped tea. Somewhere out there, their handler perhaps sat in a quiet room and longed to return.

"It was a lovely dinner, NVE," she whispered to the sky. "It's a lovely friendship."

They'd return. She believed that in her heart. She'd hunt them down if they didn't. It would be her personal quest, of course, to bring back a bit of non-Chaos chaos to this universe. Swith chuckled.

"Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs and check." She spoke the words of M.C. Escher with conviction, relishing the twist in thinking. "And rabbit holes really do lead to Wonderland, my dear. So everyone move over, get a clean cup, and if the dormouse gets finicky, just dab his nose with jam."

Swith finished her beverage and handed the cup back to Cuisine. She wanted to visit Thriller's old hut, but someone had completely redone everything and she doubted even the factory was the same. She couldn't walk down memory lane there. It was just as well.

SYNOPSIS BY THREAD - KEY EVENTS, SETTING, CHARACTER ORIGINS
Special thanks to Tiltjuice for compiling this stuff!

by **Cerillium** » Sat Mar 08, 2014 6:01 am

PL OP/GM NEWS

Does anyone even read this box? Do they? DO THEY? No, of course they don't. There's too much Swith crap above. Their eyes glaze over as they begin to skim the second post, and have gone to glass by time they hit the 7th. There's just no revival at that point. Those select few who make it to the 8th posts are heroes amongst men! Yet even then, despite their hairy chests and throaty growls, they're done in by that final Swithy info box. I'm left with nothing but corpses staring vacuously at this final OOC info post. My own post. Viewed by only corpse eyes.

Alas.

Yet here you are and you're reading this. Kudos. (You probably skipped all that dull stuff up top.)

PL is open to new players. We accept any RP skill level but we insist that you write in third-person, past tense and that your posts are meaningful and not action-spam crammed nightmares.

You'll earn brownie points with me if you can sing all the lyrics to the "Major-General's Song" and can identify this fabulous woman at a glance:

Isn't she divine?

Congrats to Mincaldenteans, our newest CoOP!

Cer
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by **Tiltjuice** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:31 pm

Equipped with steampunk, sword, and savoir faire, residents explore this city-state around them and call it MAD SCIENCE.

Lay on, dear players, and don't forget your sandwiches.

by **Cerillium** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:35 pm

Swith and I are taking tonight off. Probably tomorrow as well although one of us will check in tomorrow night. Zark and Bones are in charge. They can't approve applications. It's free-form play until Saturday night/Sunday afternoon. Please welcome the newest players in and make them feel at home.

by **Nightkill the Emperor** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:36 pm

*pisses on ground to mark territory*

by **Monfrox** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:37 pm

Here we are at the destination.

Still open for things for my video meme.

by **Primordial Luxa** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:37 pm

I like the new banner.

by **Torsiedelle** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:37 pm

Ooooh, I like the new look.

So, we're free form for now?

by **ApertureScienceInc** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:42 pm

Oh, it is so nice here!

by **Mincaldenteans** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:43 pm

*puts "mine!" signs all over the place* cause its pretty!

by **Cerillium** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:44 pm

Torsiedelle wrote:Ooooh, I like the new look.

So, we're free form for now?

Yes.

Bet ya $10 I get stuck in traffic and Swith turns my skull into an ash tray.

I'm out.

by **Tiltjuice** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:48 pm

Laters Cer!

by **Terintania** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:50 pm

Any chance my app could get approved before you disappear? I gave the idea that I could make a second character that could be Wolfgang's 'owner' of sorts. Perhaps they can understand Wolfgang and translate if need be.

by **Tiltjuice** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:55 pm

Terintania wrote:Any chance my app could get approved before you disappear? I gave the idea that I could make a second character that could be Wolfgang's 'owner' of sorts. Perhaps they can understand Wolfgang and translate if need be.

He's left already, but if you post the link here, I'll let him know to look things over on Sunday. If he doesn't notice it already. *nods*

by **Erucia** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 3:02 pm

Beautiful new thread, Swith/Cer/whomever worked on it! Love it.

@Tilt: Sure, wanting to pick up on Allspice. Sorry, my day became slightly hectic again. Grr, schedules: start working.

by **Tiltjuice** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 3:04 pm

Erucia wrote:Beautiful new thread, Swith/Cer/whomever worked on it! Love it.

@Tilt: Sure, wanting to pick up on Allspice. Sorry, my day became slightly hectic again. Grr, schedules: start working.

No worries, whenever. Just free-form, relaxed play right now. Mostly getting new chars settled in, there's a lot of them.

by **Bone Fort** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 3:09 pm

I'm pretty sure it's been long standing PL policy that the "new thread smell" stuff is not allowed.

*grumpy old man mode*

by **Altito Asmoro** » Fri Mar 21, 2014 4:00 pm

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