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(*May not actually change the world.)
Today marks the launch of the Theatre of Shadows microsite:
here you'll find galleries, an archive of all the messages so far in the hunt
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The microsite password will be changed regularly so keep on here.
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be role-playing, problem solving and an amazing quest to tackle. The
event is tailor-made by yours truly and I'll be writing a brand new short story, inspired and informed
by YOUR participation, on the day! Which means the brave actions of ALL the
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(Hey Clara.)
(Heya Dugg ^^
Sil, I hope your okay )
Dugglyn!
Gosh golly, it's Dugglyn!
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak!
It's DUGGLYN!
Gosh golly, it's DUGGLYN!
And there's nothing I can do but stand and squeak:
"Hi."
(Hey Inky!
Hey Elleni!
Hey Edward!
Hey Sophia if you're still here!
Hey Annika!
Hey Silente!)
Anyhow, I'm thrilled to be back in Blogland, Dugglyn, as you can likely surmise. I am not, however, thrilled about Silente's condition. I hope you get better soon, Silente, though I'm not sure precisely what happened. Was it a stroke? Or alien mind probes?
(Hello El )
Greetings Elleni, you little rainbow nugget, you.
(Hi dugg and el)
(Ed, I think its time to skip to the after part of the rp hehe)
(ok)
(Apart from Sil, who has myy deepest concerns, how is everyone?)
*laughs at Annika*
Wonderful poem!
*squeaks HI back*
I be's goods!!! How be's everyone's eyeballs?!
I am feeling quite well, due to my accidental encounter with a handsome young accordion player earlier today, and the fact that I got a raise at my place of employment.
(@Clara no idea. It wasn't a stroke i know that. Hell I don't even remember. I thought I'd just been thinking for a second. Next thing i know I'm being lifted off the wall and all my friends are trying to get my attention.)
Well, Silente, I wouldn't worry about it for now, but if it happens again, seek assistance. My first thought would be dehydration. Drink plenty of fluids.
(Good good
Im tired, and I am now a fully fledged volunteer at Many tears. The owner Sylvia is lenient with jobs. That means if I can win her over, I can get paid whilst getting the experience I need)
*lays on his chest*
*Looks up at her* Well
(I am back.)
There is a cat nestled on my chest, making it very difficult to type.
*smiles* everything is perfect
*Smiles* It most definitely is
(Aww Anni :)
there is this cat in my village that has come up to people for attention. I think it is a young adult. But then there has also been talk of the same cat attacking dogs O_O)
(When I said I may be back - I meant I may return, not that I already had.)
(*nods* will do..maybe...if I remember to drink liquids. Meh. *shrugs*
Hewwo keety cat!)
(Hey Soph)
My cat is a rescue from a hoarding situation, and he's about seven months old. He's super cute! He used to be all-gray, but he's starting to develop some gray stripy-stripes on his tail.
(Hiya Soph ^^)
( I found this vid https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2aHFHe-x1V4)
*kisses him* I couldn't imagine being with anyone else
(Aww cats are adorable, but I would personally own dogs, big ones at that)
(Hehe, soy sauce for poofing but look at this....
>>>>>>>)
*kisses* neither could I
I consider myself a dog person, but cats have their merits.
(I am a dog person)
Awh, what a cute rainbow nugget! It reminds me of the Derek Pansy incident.
(That's Awesome Dugg ^^)
*smiles*
Yes, I too am a dog person.
*wags tail and woofs*
All this talk of nuggets has that Tobuscus song stuck in my head.
I'm a cat person. I. Love. Cats.
I love dogs too but I grew up/I'm growing up with cats so I feel super comfortable with them.
I have two!!! They're soooooooooooo sweet and cute!!!!
(there are these huskies where I volunteer called nudge and meishka...NUDGE IS MY BOY!!! he puts his paws on your chest and tries to nibble on your wrists)
(I am neither a dog nor a cat person.)
*tickles him with tail*
OMG!!! DEREK PANSY!!!
I saved that picture to my kindle...
(I have a border collie)
(Really Soph?
Felix: Dogs seem to be attached to me, cats hate me)
*Laughs* s...stop
I've got an old sheltie named Synclair. He is very sweet, but has a limp. He's always ready to play, though!
(Collies! their brilliant! I have a mini sausage dog)
I think that all Bloglanders with a Twitter account should change their avatars to Derek Pansy and tweet him en masse.
make me *continues tickling*
(Derek Pansy? I must have missed that)
(He is really funny)
(there is this one called Belle in many tears and She tries to hug like a human, wrapping her paws around you)
*Falls off bed laughing* P...please
(I like neither dogs nor cats, no.)
*continues* told you is get revenge
*Cannot speak with laughter*
*bursts out laughin* beg for mercy *fake evilness*
m...mercy p...please
*stops* seeing how you asked politly
Thank you *Tickles her*
*bursts out laughin* oh... Come...on!
*They appear in the bar still tickling her*
I feel like a Peeping Tammy. I shall depart to a safe distance, and there eat caviar on toast.
*wanders away*
S SSS stop! I'll order you a drink!
very well *Stops*
*gives Ed bottles of wine* here you go
*starts drinking her own*
*Drinks bottle*
*smiles* today has been a good day
it has *Smiles*
gtg, bye
* Sips wine *
*vixie cries for attention *
Oh! We forgot about you!
*picks her up*
Sorry Bach
Anyone know any Italian pop songs?
(Byii Ed
I too must go
And early start tomoz )
(Well Clara. We appear to be alone.)
(Hey... I slept cuddling a teddy last night.... I was in a cuddly mood. So I cuddled my polar bear... And I woke up cuddling him, which is odd, because I tend to drop Stuff or let go while sleeping...)
Or rather, Silente, alone with Death Rose.
*puts on sunglasses*
Very true, Annika. But I don't know when I shall have to vanish. I do believe that I have a Swap Meet to attend with my mother, for no one else shall go with her.
Swap meets are like pie. You never know what kind of treasures you might find buried inside. Or what garbage.
evening
She's leaving now
She'll be back later
Or maybe not
She has a piano lesson
Nyoom. There she goes.
Annika, that was absolutely lovely. Would you mind all too much whether I told my mother that one?
Farewell, Elleni.
Good evening, Emerald-my-Emerald. How are things?
Hey Em!!!)
Of course not, Death, as long as you quote me as having said it. However, you do not have to quote me by using my actual name. Feel free to attribute my wisdom to Ghandi, or Steve Jobs, or P. H. T. Buttersnaps, if you like.
Whatever you wish, Clara.
Oh, flying marshmallows.
Alas, Death Rose, the burden of dedication rests upon your weary shoulders.
I'm good.
Just having a sneaky Saturday night drink.
I feel really bad for not being here as much the last week. It's just been a really hectic week!!
I dedicate this page to the little people. Those people who only comment once with a 'AWESOME' or seething related to the blogpost. We don't notice them. They just post once and continue with their lives.
We don't know them, at all. They're just strange accounts that interrupt our roleplay (I honestly don't believe that, but I'm trying to be as negative as I can about them right here), but they actually help build our community.
We were all single posters, I think.
I know I was.
But then Star said hi, and then Nix, and I read their posts and I was like 'wow... What the hell are tees folks doing...?'
So I kept reading and I fell in love with here.
<3
So, to Nix and Star as well!! Thanks guys for welcoming me!
(Oohhh, sneaky Em! <3
It's okay, I've been... Busy... Recently too.)
*mouth falls open*
That was . . . that was really thoughtful, and unique. I've never seen a dedication like that before.
Here here!
*raises a tankard of ale*
Well it's not really sneaky considering I'm 25 this year lol
But you know what I mean.
Thanks, Anni!! <3
Cheeky. Because I'm not allowed to drink and 16. Shuttup. I'm not of legal age, I know. But ily!!
I am 16 also, so I'm currently not of legal age yet, sadly. I come from a long line of drunks. We tracked my genealogy once, and it turned out I was related to the guy on the Mayflower who kept getting whipped for public drunkenness.
so soy sauce me poofed!!
But I'm here now for who knows how long!!!!!
DEATHY!!!!!!!!!!!!
EM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HI!!!!!!! How-ith do-ith you-ith fare-ith?! How be's yous eyes?!
Now that, my dear Annika, is amazing.
Our family were convincts.
One was a rapist who married one of his victims.
The other was murder who raped a woman over here.
Our family was odd.
Yes, I'm 13 so no drinking for awhile. No coffee yet either though me friends sometimes have it. My parents don't like me having caffeine and caffeine makes me feel weird (I had it for the first time (!) Last year and I didn't like it..) And I don't like coffee so it works out well.
My family is one of those families that is so mismatched it's hilarious. On one side, I appear to be descended from a lot of fussy old ladies with pear necklaces and broken hips, and on the other side, I have mostly bikers and rednecks from Missouri.
Family reunions are . . . interesting.
Hey Chev!! I'm alright... You?
Just now:
Mom: *peers over her progeny's shoulder*
What are you doing?
I'm on Blogland.
Mom: What are you watching in the other tab?
. . .
Mom: Did you Google "Italian boys bands"?
. . . Perhaps.
Mom: *sighs heavily and walks away, shaking head*
I'm good!!!
My dad's side of the family was messed up. It's better now though..
Hey Zaffy and Loki!
Greetings, Zafira.
Oh, you think me to be my author?
((Sorry, Loki's being Loki, HIYA!!!!-Zaf))
Apologies. Authors and characters are so often mixed up in my mind. Just last week I mistook Lemony Snicket to be his author, when his author turned out to be a can of spiced turnips. So embarrassing.
*rolls eyes, looking around for Rose*
Oh my, Annika. Did you really? How dreadful.
*begins to use a British accent*
*realizes that some people on here have real British accents*
*shrugs and keeps doing her fake on even though it doesn't sound good*
*it's fun*
I'm here, Loki. Sorry, I had to eat.
Yes, it was a very embarrassing experience. For the can of spiced turnips, of course, not for me. I do not get embarrassed.
I missed you.
I missed you too.
*She took his hand and pressed it against her face*
*smiles* Are you thinking of our wedding?
Of course, my love. I've never been married before... I'm nervous as hell...
*She grinned at him*
I can't wait!
We ought to have it wherever you would like.
Yes, of course. The poor can of spiced turnips!
Well, to be fair, cans of spiced turnips are used to embarrassment.
I don't mind. Somewhere nice. And pretty...
*She thought for a moment*
The meadow...?
I like the meadow. I find it pretty.
Then, we shall have it at the meadow!
*She kissed his palm*
I love you.
I love you too, Rose.
Zanida: *comes into the clearing, backing away*
*She looped her arms around his neck and hang there, grinning*
Kiss me? Please...?
*She caught sight of Zanida and frowned*
Hey, Zan, you alright...?
Zanida: I am. I just...I'm probably not welcomed.
Well, I'm not all too happy with Lucifer, but you're welcomed.
*She pressed herself against Loki, weary of Zan*
ELLENI!!!
*will not Poof anymore*
She is safe.
I know... I'm just-
*She shook her head before hiding it in Loki's chest*
I want to go home... I want a cuddle...
*vanishes, appearing home and cuddles her*
*She cuddled him back tightly and kissed his neck*
I really, truly love you, Loki. With all my heart. I want to be by your side forever.
Then you will be, forever. You're an Asgardian now.
Thank you so much, for that, my love.
*She grinned before she took his hand, leading him towards the bedroom*
Yes or no...?
We can.
*A shout from Casha sounded from the living room the next morning. Roland woke suddenly and noticed that Marrok or Ariana wasn't in the room any more.
He rushed downstairs to see what was the matter. There he found Ariana sitting in front of Marrok, who was cowering in fear. She had an emotionless face as she had put up a forcefield to separate herself from her parents.*
Good.
*She pushed him down on the bed before she climbed on top of him, her lips slowly making their way up from his neck to his lips*
I love you...
()
*She leaped to her feet and ran down the stairs behind Roland. She assessed the situation for a brief moment before she stood in front of Ariana, her arms crossed, glowering at Casha*
Explain. I was quite content sleeping.
I love you too....*kisses*
*Casha looked at Lorcan before she put her head down to look at the ground. Lorcan then gritted his teeth and pointed at Marrok.*
Lorcan: I want that dog gone. It doesn't belong, it died, it should be buried by the lake. Where we left him!
Roland: But Ariana is so happy with him back, we can not allow her to return to that depressive state.
Lorcan: You are not her father!! You don't have the right to have the final say on what is best for MY daughter.
(*watches the role plays*
:))))))
*She grinned and kissed him back, harder than before. Her hands tapped at his armour and she grinned cheekily up at him*
If you would to be so kind...?
()
*She lifted her chin and took a deep breath, thinking of what she was to say next*
Lorcan, Casha, I can't keep this lie anymore. Ariana was the one the brought him back. We woke up and heard them playing. We knew you were going to freak out if we told you, but this is causing way too much harm.
*She shook her head. No, she wasn't going today that*
You two, shut the Hell up. Don't talk to Roland like that. It's my fault Marrok is back. If you wanted Ariana to be sad when there was something I could do about it, then that's your fault. I did what I believed was best for my goddaughter.
*to say that
Lorcan: Do you two want us to give you the parental rights to her? Is that what you want? Cause you seem to be making us out to be the bad guys all the time.
Casha: Lorcan...
Lorcan: No, Casha. They always seem to know what's best for her clearly so they should have the full responsibility.
Roland: Our intention is not to over take your role as her parents but to be a guardian for her to fall back on.
Lorcan: From where I'm looking, it would seem you want a lot more than just to be a 'guardian'
(Thanks El!
I don't know how people just come on here their first time and be a regular...)
(Yeah, it was a great ded!!)
*vanishes his armor* Happy now?
(Gtg! Bbs!)
()
*A angry smirk pulled at her lips when she looked at Lorcan. She took a deep breath, trying to keep the glare of her face*
My, oh my. You know what? Forget this. I give up any ties to this family. I'm trying to help, Lorcan. I'm not your enemy. I'm trying to protect her and make her happy.
*She stalked into the corner and grabbed her gun from inside a pair of shoes she kept there. She put it in her waistband then stalked upstairs to get her coat. When she came back, she was eerily calm*
Casha, it's been an absolute pleasure. And Roland, oh... I will miss you too much, but you have to take care of them.
*Her voice turned cold when she looked at Lorcan*
Goodbye.
*She saluted and walked out*
I am very, very happy indeed...
*She grinned again and kissed his jaw before she made her way to his ear*
You, my love, are spectacular...
((Good Rose, Lorcan's an ass-Alexis))
I always knew I was.
*She chuckled and rolled off him. She lay by his side, snuggling against his arm*
You're cheeky...
I am, and I'm happy.
((I msd...-Zaf))
*Roland watched as she walked out. He just stood there, taking big breaths, trying to steady his breathing as the panic started to set it.
She was gone.
Casha let the tears roll down her cheeks as she looked down at Ariana. Suddenly the baby was gone in a blink. Casha cried out and started searching around the house.
Ariana appeared in front of Rose. Silver tears rolling down her cheek.*
(Okay, Zaf)
*She tugged at his shoulder, trying to pull him on top of her*
You are... Hmm... Cheeky... Evil little cheeky Loki...
()
*She cried out as she almost tripped over Ariana. She stopped and picked her up, holding her tightly to her chest*
Angel... You should be at home... Go home. Go back with your mum and dad and Roland.
*Her voice started to tremble*
Please... Take care of him... Please. You have to be there for him, now that I'm gone. Please, Angel. You have to. You're wonderful, okay? I'll miss you so much...
*Ariana touched her face.*
please.stay.daddy.not.understand.we.need.you.please.stay.
*the silver streaks ran down her face and started marking her dress. Then she touched the silver mark, the half a heart, she put on Rose's hand to show her love for Roland. It started to glow and feel warm.*
()
*She shook her head, tears falling down her face. She wiped away Ariana's before she saw what the baby was doing. It pushed her over the edge.
She fell to her knees, sobbing, holding Ariana tightly*
I can't... He'll... He'll get over me eventually... Please, Ariana, you must... Go home... Please, love... Please...?
*Ariana cuddled in more to her before she showed her how Roland was beginning a panic attack after she left. She touched the mark again, making it glow again.*
not.without.you.can't.do.this.without.you.we.need.you.
*Seeing Roland only made her sob harder. She looked at the mark and something in her heart broke. Her head shook again*
No... Ariana... No, I can't... Your father... He wants me gone anyway... It's better this way... Go home and tell him that I'm not going back... Please, Angel...
*Ariana looked sad again.*
daddy.doesn't.want.you.to.go.daddy.and.mammy.wants.to.go.i.heard.them.and.saw.in.their.head.
i.scare.them.
*She tried to stop the tears by holding her breath*
People are only scared of what they don't understand... Make them understand you... Show them how you felt after Marrok left... You're strong, love. You were breaking...
(I've got to go for a walk to Maccas with my sister... I'll be back a little later.
Em, you should sleep! xx )
they. want. to. go.! they. want. you. and. roland. to. take. me. i. want. you. and. roland. together. with. me. you. both. understand.
please. come. back. please.
*Ariana started crying again as she rubbed her head in closer to Rose.*
I can't, Angel. You're theirs, not mine or Roland's.
*She kissed her tears away and ran her hands through her hair*
They will understand, I know they will...
(Okay, going now...)
*is here but will be distant and may suddenly disappear*
(I do believe I have returned...)
Hello?
Hey Rave!
Hello Rose.
What's up?
A bit of flaking ceiling paint stuff. What's above you?
A dream catcher. And a cream-coloured roof.
No way, my roof is cream too!
DAMMIT
I WAS LITERALLY WAITING ON THE OTHER POST WONDERING WHY NOBODY WAS AROUND AND-
*facedesk*
Maybe I'm in your room...?
*Stares*
What colour is the floor...?
Please don't be in my room.
*checks*
My floor is brown.
Fay, Fay, Fay....I'm sorry for you lost hours.
Hy Phoe!!
My floor is cream too!!!!!!!! I'm not in your room!!! Yay!!
It's due to me not having common sense but thanks. :)
How's life?
Hi, Death! :)
I just realized, whenever I mention your name in a sentence, it sounds pretty, uh-
*runs out of words*
My brain doesn't work after 4 hours in the sun, apparently.
That's why I'm telling people to call me Rose now... It's okay, at least you weren't dancing with Death at the Requiem...
XD
That last sentence...
But okay, Rose/Death/any other name you'd prefer. :)
I'm glad to know you're not in my room...I totally didn't check under the bed to make sure. Nope. I like Rose, it's a pretty name, I have two friends called Rose now, isn't that great.
Whenever I see the name Rose, I think of Rose Tyler.
And then Doctor Who.
And then Peter Capaldi.
And then attack eyebrows.
Yep.
*huggles* Hi!
Lovely I'm home now 15min parents are arguing.-Zaf
Hi, Zaf! :)
Sorry, I have to go now :/
*poofs*
Hello.
Hello Zaf.
Sorry Zaf... That sounds horrible...
*Cuddles*
Hey Lux.
Yeah it's all ofer something stupid. Hopefully they stopped now.
I guess someone wants a Loki?
And hi everyone who said hi-Zaf
Hey Lux!!
Who doesn't want a Loki...?
*Cuddles le Zaf again*
Parents are odd beings...
Hello, Raven, Zaf, Rose.
So lovely to see you all.
(Hello.)
They is!!-Zaf
Who does not want me, is a true question.
It's nice to see you too, Lux!!
Hey Keating!!
Well, if anyone else wants you, they can't. Your mine. Forever. And I don't care what they do...
*She grinned up at him an started to tap his chest*
You. Are. Mine.
I am yours, I know.
((Rose- Vinette texts me and types Lauficer, so I'm like woah woah woah when did you ship Lucifer with Laufey?!-Zaf
Hello, Sophia.
(How are you, Soph?)
*She snuggled against him and smirked*
I know. And I'm yours, of course... Now, shall we start to plan? I promise I won't get carried away this time!
(SHIPPED!!!)
(Hello, Lux.)
(I am average. Yourself?)
(I'm cold. I need a jacket. But I can't be bothered finding one...)
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