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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Sept 19, 2005 20:07:17 GMT -5
((This, I must say, is Canela's random idea. The premise for the RP: we're RPing newbs, in the BWE, but treating it like it's a physical place. We'll be guided by some minor character-- say, Bob the Great Kipper, or Coconut-- and play random characters of our own devising, different from our normal BWE personas. We'll go see different parts of the BWE-- the Seas, the Citadel, all that stuff.
Basic-ness for the post-- written in kinda novel-form (ie, no one-line glompingness unless absolutely unavoidable), turn-taking, all thatness.
Sound fun? I think it does, yo! It's like overlanding. Only... not. At all. Werr!))
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Post by Oz on Sept 19, 2005 21:21:09 GMT -5
This does sound fun, but I think I'd have too much trouble coming up with a character that is my real life equal in eccentricities. (Or however you spell that)
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Post by Skiv on Sept 19, 2005 21:49:31 GMT -5
I'm in! Or somethin'.
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Post by Canela on Sept 19, 2005 22:21:16 GMT -5
Okay, so. I've never done a serious RP before. So. TEO told me to start, so here it goes. Okay? Okay.
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Nicola Shibbins was straining her neck, trying to see as much as she could from the backseat of the taxi. She was incredibly jet lagged (God, she hoped there was somewhere to get a good cup of coffe, or anything caffeinated, really, in this BWE place) but this was the first time she'd been more than twenty miles away from her hometown of Possum Point, Wyoming. She wanted to admire the scenery.
She hadn't been able to get a direct flight into the BWE, due to 'recent political upheaval,' as the information packet had called it. "What?" The cab driver had said, when she'd tentatively brought this up. "You mean the airport closing down because nobody wants to fly there since they pulled that hijacking-the-plane-to-Britain stunt?"
"Oh," Nicola had said, trying to sound as though she knew what he was talking about. "Yeah. That."
She looked at her watch, growing nervous. The tour group was supposed to meet in front of- What was it called? She checked the itinerary again. The Dark Citadel of Doom at four, and it was three-fifty. She didn't want to be late.
Nicola didn't like being late.
At all.
And she was beginning to regret this.
She hadn't even been able to think of a 'BWE' name, as she'd been instructed to do. A BWE name? What was wrong with 'Nicola?' Granted, she'd always thought that the name was a little silly and pretentious sounding, but...
She'd been sent a name tag in her confirmation packet, but she hadn't written her name on it, unsure whether or not to use her real name- If she were even supposed to write her name. Instead of 'Hi, my name is..." it read, "Hi, I was owned by..."
The cab driver turned into a long driveway.
"Here we are," he said.
Nicola sighed as the car stopped, opened the door, and stepped outside.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Sept 20, 2005 7:57:30 GMT -5
((Wow, bloody long. Sorry, guys. Heheh. Got a bit carried away.))
The cab was stopping.
Trevor MacDonald giggled to himself, very quietly, inside the trunk. It had been a trying past few days—being mistaken for an international bank robber could do that to you—and he had taken to doing that quite a lot.
He had also developed an interesting collection of twitches, which he put into full use when he decided to burst from the trunk.
“Ahhh, daaaa-- ghh--” He rolled on the floor of the trunk, nearly putting his eye out on someone’s bright yellow umbrella. Trevor fumbled in his pocket for his so-called Bubblewrapian phrasebook and thumbed through the pages. “CURSES!” Ah, he felt better already.
“Fie.”
At five-foot eleven, with pale hair and eyes that always pointed slightly to the left of whomever was speaking to him, he didn’t look like a bank robber, and that was the problem. Not looking like an international bank robber was exactly the sort of trick a criminal like him would pull, they had said. He had, very kindly, pointed out that this was stupid to the authorities, just before pointing out the interesting thing out the window. Then he looked very much like a man running away.
Really. Why’d the guy chose to steal [/i]his library[/i] card? He had only wanted the new Stephen King book. Now he wanted diplomatic immunity.
The girls—one brown-haired and helmeted, with the crazy gleam in her eyes, the other shorter, wearing kitty ears-- had told him at the border convenience store that the Empire would be a good place to hide.
Actually, they had mostly said “werr!” and “what larks!” and “bloody fie, communists!” but he understood the overall impression.
The cab driver popped the trunk, and Trevor popped out and rolled onto the ground, cursing the pavement. The driver gave him a very long stare and quickly got back into the cab and drove quickly away.
He stood up, ready to scream, and flipped through the phrasebook he had bought at the border, along with a cape and a cup of coffee, and screamed, “what the quaaaail? That was all my stuuuff in there, you—you—“
Flip, flip.
“You seersucker!”
His eyes darted. So, here he was, with only a random cape, phrasebook, and empty paper coffee cup to his name. He sighed and cast around for some direction.
There was a sign, pointing up the long drive to the tower-like building, reading, This might be a nice way to go today.
Ah, well. Any advice would do. Limping, he made his way up the drive.
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Post by Skiv on Sept 20, 2005 12:54:52 GMT -5
Snickering quietly to herself, Delilah Lorine saw the approaching figure of some humanoid figure. She managed to stifle her laughter and get very very still, against the wall of the Cathedral of Doom, which was conveniently the same color as her clothes and face paint.
Opening her eyes wide and humming some suspenseful music to herself, she awaited the arrival of the soon-to-come-victim.
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Post by Skiv on Sept 20, 2005 12:55:24 GMT -5
{*feels short and cheap against the large posts made by the others, what larks.}
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Post by Canela on Sept 20, 2005 14:34:30 GMT -5
Nicola sat on a rock in front of the Citadel, worrying.
This wasn't particularly unusual; it was a rare occasion when Nicola managed to not worry about whether or not she'd left the toaster plugged in, or closed the gas cap, or if the plastic armadillo in the next door neighbors' yard was really a surveilance camera monitoring how many times per day she checked the mail.
But.
This time, it was justified. She just knew.
It was beginning to rain. Nicola hated rain. It made her hair frizz. She spent hours upon hours trying to make it curl, dammit, and then it rained, and got all frizzy. Rain ruined everything.
Where was everyone? There had to be other people coming on this tour, and the tour guide should at least be here by now.
She looked up. Someone was limping up the drive. When he got close enough, Nicola realized that he looked oddly familiar.
But why?
Nicola thought.
Oh, yes. She'd seen his profile on the news.
Nicola jumped up and ran to the door of the Citadel. She began pounding on it, hoping that there was someone inside to let her in, and that the BWE had a decent law enforcement system.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Sept 20, 2005 15:34:50 GMT -5
Several more calming signs pointed Trevor up the drive has he fought with the ties on his cloak. A figure in the distance, sitting in front of the building, stiffened and began to knock frantically on the door.
Trevor sighed. He was getting kind of sick of that.
"I'm not him," he bellowed to the world at large, getting splattered with a raindrop. "That man was taller than me. And I have a cloak."
He was particularly proud of this particular bit of reasoning. Last he knew, he was supposed to be wearing a blue shirt. That'd throw them off for sure.
Was there a rustle from the bushes, by the part of the building that looked almost church-like? He skittered to the other side of the road and carefully called out, using his phrasebook.
"Oi, wassat? Narf, larks, Wombles, kihee. Other... nouns." He looked up expectantly, not sure how much sense he was making. Bubblewrapian was apparently an English dialect, but it didn't seem to obey any of the same rules. Or any rules at all.
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Post by Skiv on Sept 20, 2005 17:01:40 GMT -5
Still staring at the two people who were near, Delilah decided that the male of the two looked like a better choice to try this... "Glomping" on. The brochure said it was sort of like throwing yourself at someone in a mild tackle, while hugging at the same time...
This combination caused poor Delilah to boggle.
Letting her eyes dart left, then right in a rather shifty expression, she zeroed in on her target, wishing for inferred vision. Letting out a snicker, she wordlessly hurled herself upon the woe begotten boy in what she perceived to be half hug, half tackle.
They were both promptly bowled over and laid out in the mud, Delilah perched atop, beaming down at him triumphantly.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Sept 20, 2005 17:05:54 GMT -5
"AAAAAGH! Fu-- er-- fie! I didn't do it! It was just my library card! I've been sick! I don't have a guilty conscience! Really!"
Trevor gasped for breath, partly from his schpiel, partly because he had a strange girl kneeling on his windpipe.
"Are you... one of these 'citizens?'" he gasped hoarsely, clutching his throat. "Because... they said... I'd have immunity here."
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Post by Skiv on Sept 20, 2005 17:10:37 GMT -5
"Nah, not a 'citizen.'" Delilah stated, eying him curiously. "Just came for the tour, speakin' of the tour, when does that start?"
She looking around just noticing the girl banging on the door of the large building she had been impersonating.
"Oye! Whatcha doin' over there? Will they not let you in 'r somethin'?" She trotted over to the girl and started to help pounding the door.
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Post by Canela on Sept 20, 2005 18:27:42 GMT -5
"I don't know," Nicola said. Her face was flushed and her hands were shaking. She eyed the man standing nearbye suspiciously. "He's not the tour guide, is he? Because I've heard about things like that. You know, criminals use tours as a front for smuggling or whatever." Her eyes shifted back and forth.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Sept 20, 2005 19:02:15 GMT -5
"I'm not a criminal!"
Sputtering with indignation, Trevor got up, still rubbing his throat.
"I just want to... er... join this here tour. Y'know. See the... Empire."
His eyes darted. A tour wouldn't be a bad way to start, would it? Scope out the Empire. Find a good deserted place to hide. Wait for things to settle down.
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Post by Skiv on Sept 20, 2005 21:02:26 GMT -5
Delilah let out a scandled gasp, "He's not a criminal!! Are you?..." She stared at Trevor with large, kitty-cat eyes, welling up with tears.
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