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by Cerillium » Wed May 27, 2015 5:40 pm
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
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by Swith Witherward » Wed May 27, 2015 8:48 pm
★ Madhouse ★
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Swith Witherward » Thu May 28, 2015 12:20 am
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Highfort » Thu May 28, 2015 3:46 am
by Swith Witherward » Thu May 28, 2015 6:35 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Torsiedelle » Thu May 28, 2015 7:00 pm
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by Swith Witherward » Thu May 28, 2015 8:32 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The BranRiech » Thu May 28, 2015 8:57 pm
by Fvaarniimar » Fri May 29, 2015 12:19 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:The Building Front Desk
Luckily for Nick's sanity, the person behind the desk was a teenaged girl and not a cultist. Myra Bones tucked stray black hairs behind her ear as she leaned forward to peer at the cat.
"Um...?"
She'd never conversed telepathically with an animal before. It was a strange moment for her. She supposed she should start accepting this bizarre moments as routine, especially considering the bizarre composition and talents of some of her neighbors.
"Mr. Klaus?"
She'd only come down to purchase the morning edition of The Underworld Times before heading to work. Her fingertips plucked at a page edge as she thought of all the ways one could go about summoning a cultist. She supposed he might have a phone, although she'd never seen him use one. He might still live in the basement area, but she'd never been down there and didn't know which apartment was his. She finally settled on the two methods everyone most frequently mentioned.
"Well... he's usually at the Chaos Restaurant, but people say he'll also come if you shout his name into a pipe or drain."
by Mincaldenteans » Fri May 29, 2015 3:11 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Tea & Conspiracy
"Oh, Judy, do come in. I've got your mum's package tucked away in the back," Mrs. Brisby rose and gestured for the mundane girl to follow her. "If you gentlemen will excuse us, we'll only be a moment."
"Of course, dear," Roger lifted the pot and topped off Hunter's cup. He kept an eye the pair as they skirted around the counter. The sound of Margaret Brisby shifting boxes came a moment later.
"That's Judy. Lovely girl," Roger poured out a cup for himself. "She's most likely spooked by your presence, Hunter. She hasn't much experience, you see, but she has a heart of pure gold. I don't know what the Underground do without the support of good mundanes like her."
No sooner had the man returned the pot to the table than the women reappeared. Mrs. Brisby had used the excuse of packaging tea as a means to take the girl into her confidence. "Won't you stay for a cuppa?" she asked as she settled into her chair again. "Hunter, would you mind budging up? There's plenty of room for all of us at the table."
by Highfort » Fri May 29, 2015 4:18 pm
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by Torsiedelle » Fri May 29, 2015 5:32 pm
by Giovenith » Fri May 29, 2015 9:31 pm
by Swith Witherward » Fri May 29, 2015 10:59 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Tiltjuice » Sat May 30, 2015 11:22 am
Swith Witherward wrote:The Ship
"Do you mean that I should tread softly?" A blue-grey smoke plume drifted towards the ceiling as the cultist tipped his head back. "I can do that, but I'm not fond of tiptoes. Ruins the posture. Is hell on the feet."
He crossed his arms and observed her for a moment before speaking again. "Clothing conceals. You just spent time on a planet, and you were pretending to be something you're not. To dream that you are cold indicates that you are experiencing a breakthrough in some area in your life. Alternatively, you may be feeling isolated or emotionally restrained. Couple that with the memory of abandonment and betrayal, and there's only one conclusion that any of us can reach."
Will smiled at the woman. "I conclude that you need something stiff in your morning coffee. And I don't mean any of my own bits, if you know what I mean. Why don't we claim a corner on this ship and I can serve as an ear?"
by Northwest Slobovia » Sat May 30, 2015 1:51 pm
Cerillium wrote:"The Building is an entity unto itself, and apart from its greater self," the old tech priest kept an eye on Anais and her companion as he recounted what he knew for Sandy's benefit. "The crossroads intertwining with its skin stretch wide and far to transcend the boundaries of Time and Space and Order. Nothing outside of it affects the insides of it unless, of course, it wills it to, and so you mustn't worry about external ley lines changing your brew in any fashion. I'm told that no two people behold the exterior the same way, and that the common areas likewise shift in appearance to please the onlooker."
Cerillium wrote:He raised a puzzled eyebrow. "Surely you've heard mention of the Nifid in Bielefeld? They were a viral, hive mind species that reached its technical peak long before humanity was seeded across the galaxy.
Torsiedelle wrote:[Katya] had exchanged numbers with Sandy, and now decided to shoot a text his way.
Heard the news? Any clues? Something seems off.
Mincaldenteans wrote:The monk nodded, guiding the Rituatlist out and toward the rest of the healers. "Apologies for the delay, the room is set. We should head back, Anais requires some rest."
by Torsiedelle » Sat May 30, 2015 2:46 pm
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by Monfrox » Sun May 31, 2015 12:12 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Mincaldenteans » Sun May 31, 2015 12:48 pm
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