(when i was in school during In r.e me and my friend were eating some Pringles and the teacher didn't notice but then she couldn't control the class, and alot of people got away with things.)
@Chloe: *will try not to, because I understand. :P*
@Star: Yeah, Wales does have its drawbacks. But we have good things too, I guess. :)
(I think RS - or something similar - should be compulsory, but not at young age, or at GCSE. Beginning of high school, maybe, idk. I also think we should learn politics and, I can't think of the term but, like, economical management and things. *nods*
@Star: I have survived so far without having seen them. I'm not sure our school are that good at documentary-watching, really. We had a history lesson where we were supposed to be watching a documentary and ended up watching an episode of BlackAdder Goes Forth, instead. :P
Probably my best maths lesson (keep in mind I was about 15 at the time, so it's quite a higher class.
We were learning something about circles (really advanced stuff) and it all went downhill...
I drew a circle and it looked awful so I redrew it but it still looked bad, so my friend criticised it and drew an even worse one...
60 minutes of drawing awful circles with the use of a compass, and plenty of laughs later, the lesson ended. To this day I have no idea what we were supposed to do in that lesson.
Yeah, I think some human issues thing should be compulsory in years seven to nine. But pretending it's about religion just sucks.
My best maths lesson was possibly the one we were doing about simultaneous equations . . . It was in year nine, so me and C were sitting next to each other (that's how we become friends, maths . . . oh, how I long for those seating plan-less days again), and we were doing simultaneous equations, and me and C used to do this thing where we would work a question out separately and then compare answers. If we had different answers, we would go back through it and see where we'd gone wrong. (It was such a good technique and so benefical . . . today in maths I spent fifteen minutes trying to work out where I'd gone wrong on a question. I was getting to the point where I was putting "3x5" into my calculator because I was THAT mystified about what I'd done incorrectly. I eventually realised I'd multiplied the square root of three by the square root of three and got six. Word tranpositiion. Fuck my brain. But see, if I were sat next to C, I would have got past that early on, and as it happened she was also stuck on that question for ages because her brain doesn't do simplifying, so I could have helped her there and there you go, we might have actually finished all the questions. :() So yeah. And even though I knew how to do simultaneous equations, I FOR SOME REASON kept doing things wrong and I got EVERY QUESTION WRONG. It was RIDICULOUS.
Yeah, it doesn't sound that great on the face of it, but we were laughing so hard . . . :)
Plus there was the lesson where we made crowns out of those loop things and out teacher hung them on the speakers and months later they were still there.
And the lesson where we were doing angles, and we had to justify, and most people couldn't be bothered but I wrote "Angles on a straight line add up to 180 degrees" and that stuff around the edge and drew arrows from my questions to the necessary sentences to justify. My page ended up being just FULL of blue lines. :P It was kind of pretty and pattern-y. :)
Plus there's the lesson we had last year when we got to sit next to each other in one lesson and I spent ten minutes ranting on about my attendance, and then we did the questions, and we were laughing so hard at one of the real life questions (soemthing like "A Californian redwood tree was split apart when struck by lightning during a violent storm. The tip of this one beautiful tree hit the ground exactly *insert number* meters away from the base. Profressor Red Wood wants to climb up this tree to investiage the crack. How far will he have to climb?") because for some reason we found it funny. And then we were arguing about how the tree was split and drawing diagrams to prove our points and all. :P
(Just imagine drawing circles for 60 minutes while the teacher is checking up on us and giving us assignments and all we want to do is draw a non-derpy circle and we have a compass but it's just not working, it's just not happening...)
ANd- :) :) :) My maths friend and I do that, too. I was SO GLAD when I saw that we were still in the same maths class this year, and then they tried to move me because uneven class numbers and my timetable was eligible for moving class. I objected so timidly that the teacher crossed my name off the class-change list out of pity. xD So we still get to watch out for each other's mistakes and it's all cool. :)
And, on the Californian redwood tree question - *laughs* I like those. When I try to work out why I like maths/physics, that tends to come into my figuring. My physics teacher tells us that in an AS/A exam set a couple of years ago, they set a question about a carp jumping out of the water, in an arc, and how far does it jump, and he's there like where the HECK did they pull that from? But I like the fact that you can figure those things out, like, here's a random moment in life you can apply what you've learned to. I like that it's more about applying a set of basic ideas than about memorizing and regurgitating information. idk. But yeah. :)
*rain, today* *it falls in thick sheets, drenching the countryside* *a white Cadillac rolls bumpily over a dirt road* *driving slowly, so as not to skid*
*there's a hill in the distance* *growing closer every second* *a pile of decomposing wood and rubble tops it like an absurd crown*
*the driver of the white Cadillac checks the business card in her pocket* *yes, this is the place* *the Midnight Hotel*
(no, there WAS a HG competition - Zath did it. Not Roleplay, but, writing competition, I think. Like Gepard's Island. I don't think I was very here at the time, but I remember mentions. *nods* Yeah? *proud to have remembered that, tbh. O_O*
Not that that negates the idea of holding a Blogland Hunger Games now, of course, because it sounds awesome, to me, and yes. :) )
The Prisoner: *is clearly exhausted* *suffering from blood-loss and a concussion*
The Driver: You should count yourself lucky that that piece of slime decided to abandon you. *begins to tear the duct tape* It made it easier.
Prisoner: *mumbles something*
Driver: *rips the duct tape off her mouth*
Prisoner: *gasps* *weakly* You . . . you'll pay for this, Brickwater . . .
Twitch Brickwater: Mmm . . . no. *leans down* *whispers furiously* Don't forget that I own you now. You're my pet, and you'll do what I say. I know your true name.
Twitch: *stands up* *pale fingers tapping a rhythm on the leg of her jeans* *short, wavy black hair curling against her pale face, showing off her gray eyes* I'm leaving you here. You can walk the rest of the way.
Prisoner: *nods mutely*
Twitch: Be glad that I'm giving you a second chance. You don't deserve one.
Prisoner: *nods again*
Twitch: The moment I return, I had better find you ready to play the good little pet, and have everything in the hotel set up according to my design. Are we clear?
*the prisoner is left lying there, in the mud, in the rain* *slowly, painfully, drags herself to her feet* *her legs are stiff and weak* *she hasn't had to walk for quite some time*
*begins to trudge up the dirt road, towards the hill*
*it seems to take forever*
*the rain is too thick to see through* *the mud sucks at her shoes and makes it difficult to walk*
*coughs violently into her hand* *her hand comes away sticky*
*the ruins of the Midnight Hotel have been left there for nearly a month* *the wood is rotting, the rubble is crunched and crumbled into the ground* *here and there, skeletons of plumbing jut out from the remands of drywall* *it looks less like the ruins of a building and more like a piece of roadkill, picked and poked at by carrion birds*
*the hill is impossible to climb on foot* *so she climbs on her hands and knees*
*by the time she gets to the top, the rain has soaked her to the skin* *she is shivering, and her teeth hurt when they chatter* *chokes back tears when she sees the ruins* *but carries on crawling anyway, through the dross and debris*
*it has to be here* *it has to be*
It has to be . . . It has to be . . .
*whispers it hoarsely* *over and over* *as she pulls aside rotting boards and scoops away handfuls of rubble*
*scrabbles wildly at the dirt* *uncovers a large enough hole, and crams the bell in* *furiously scrapes dirt over it* *whispering manically under her breath* *whispering, whispering*
*and*
*slowly*
*outwards from that hole in the ground* *a polished wooden floor begins to spread*
*a scarlet carpet blooms on it like moss on a rock* *and as the floor spreads out like a puddle, support beams begin to grow like trees* *walls spread between the beams like spiderwebs* *windows drip down like icicles*
*lying spread eagled on her face* *on the red-carpeted floor of the Midnight Hotel's lobby*
*she looks up, her eyes swimming with tears* *everything looks exactly the same as she left it*
*slowly, she pushes herself to her feet* *and wobbles a little on the spot*
*the Hotel died because of her growing insanity*
Mustn't let that happen again.
*high-pitched giggle that abruptly cuts off after a few seconds*
*walks slowly around the room, trailing one hand along the wall* *falls to her knees and buries her face in the carpet* *lunges for the desk at the end of the room and leaps over it* *lands in the swivel chair and spins* *she's laughing now* *laughing and crying* *the plaque on the desk reads CLARA L. CROWLEY*
It's not, I just had a thought. All the Districts in the books had a "thing." One was the Commodities District, one was Technology, one was Farming, one was Coal Mining, etc. So I thought, why if the Districts in Blogland Hunger Games were Blogland themed?
So, like the Blogging District, the Drinking District, the Magic District, the Unicorn District, the Shipping District, the Murder District, etc.
One dark day in the middle of the night, two bad boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. A deaf police man heard the noise, and came right out and got those boys.
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@Chloe: *will try not to, because I understand. :P*
@Star: Yeah, Wales does have its drawbacks. But we have good things too, I guess. :)
(I think RS - or something similar - should be compulsory, but not at young age, or at GCSE. Beginning of high school, maybe, idk. I also think we should learn politics and, I can't think of the term but, like, economical management and things. *nods*
(That was the same in my school, Gar)
(*pokes Felix with the toe of her shoe* You appear to be on the floor.)
(Just followed Star and Silente)
Hug her like you mean it, Soph!
felix: Quit it vampy...*gets up*
Sit boy!
Felix: *plummets to the ground again)
Lol, Garrett. :P
I remember on time my friend ate TWO whole pasties, in noisy plastic packaging, in one German lesson without being noticed.
(*laughs and pokes Felix with the toe of her shoe again* this is amusing.)
(*watches Thumbelina *)
(Felix: Shut up)
@Star: I have survived so far without having seen them.
I'm not sure our school are that good at documentary-watching, really. We had a history lesson where we were supposed to be watching a documentary and ended up watching an episode of BlackAdder Goes Forth, instead. :P
WBD
(brb)
Probably my best maths lesson (keep in mind I was about 15 at the time, so it's quite a higher class.
We were learning something about circles (really advanced stuff) and it all went downhill...
I drew a circle and it looked awful so I redrew it but it still looked bad, so my friend criticised it and drew an even worse one...
60 minutes of drawing awful circles with the use of a compass, and plenty of laughs later, the lesson ended. To this day I have no idea what we were supposed to do in that lesson.
(kay Sil )
*materialises by sil and inky* what are you doing to Felix?
Felix: *Doesn't Answer*
Sit boy!
Felix: *sinks further into the ground*
Wow your friend was very lucky and hungry!
*smiles* How are you Gar?
Felix: ...
(*looks at Felix, grinning*
Awww. Flick your pet demon looks angry.)
@Taia: XD
Yeah, I think some human issues thing should be compulsory in years seven to nine.
But pretending it's about religion just sucks.
My best maths lesson was possibly the one we were doing about simultaneous equations . . .
It was in year nine, so me and C were sitting next to each other (that's how we become friends, maths . . . oh, how I long for those seating plan-less days again), and we were doing simultaneous equations, and me and C used to do this thing where we would work a question out separately and then compare answers. If we had different answers, we would go back through it and see where we'd gone wrong.
(It was such a good technique and so benefical . . . today in maths I spent fifteen minutes trying to work out where I'd gone wrong on a question. I was getting to the point where I was putting "3x5" into my calculator because I was THAT mystified about what I'd done incorrectly. I eventually realised I'd multiplied the square root of three by the square root of three and got six. Word tranpositiion. Fuck my brain. But see, if I were sat next to C, I would have got past that early on, and as it happened she was also stuck on that question for ages because her brain doesn't do simplifying, so I could have helped her there and there you go, we might have actually finished all the questions. :() So yeah.
And even though I knew how to do simultaneous equations, I FOR SOME REASON kept doing things wrong and I got EVERY QUESTION WRONG. It was RIDICULOUS.
Yeah, it doesn't sound that great on the face of it, but we were laughing so hard . . . :)
I miss year nine maths. :(
@Tia: xD At least ye enjoyed yourselves. :P
I think my best maths lesson was the first time sir brought cookies. :) ^^
@Garrett: *nods* I like to think there was a pretty high level of skill involved, too. :P
(*grins at Sil* I have to train him effectively)
(I'M BEING THREATENED WITH ETERNAL POKING AND SLAPPING!!!)
(*grins back* You should feed him.)
(*shrugs* he can find his own food)
(Not if he can't stand.)
(*nods* Felix, go and eat
Felix: take these beads off
*frowns* they cant be removed easily
Felix: *skulks off*)
*smiles back* I feel like me (a combination of happiness zoned out and calm) what's going on Felix?
(Felix: ...
Im training him, Gar)
*laughs* poor Felix...
*glares at Gar*
Plus there was the lesson where we made crowns out of those loop things and out teacher hung them on the speakers and months later they were still there.
And the lesson where we were doing angles, and we had to justify, and most people couldn't be bothered but I wrote "Angles on a straight line add up to 180 degrees" and that stuff around the edge and drew arrows from my questions to the necessary sentences to justify. My page ended up being just FULL of blue lines. :P It was kind of pretty and pattern-y. :)
Plus there's the lesson we had last year when we got to sit next to each other in one lesson and I spent ten minutes ranting on about my attendance, and then we did the questions, and we were laughing so hard at one of the real life questions (soemthing like "A Californian redwood tree was split apart when struck by lightning during a violent storm. The tip of this one beautiful tree hit the ground exactly *insert number* meters away from the base. Profressor Red Wood wants to climb up this tree to investiage the crack. How far will he have to climb?") because for some reason we found it funny. And then we were arguing about how the tree was split and drawing diagrams to prove our points and all. :P
Yeah . . . memories. :)
*once-beautiful
Sounds like you made a good team :)
(Just imagine drawing circles for 60 minutes while the teacher is checking up on us and giving us assignments and all we want to do is draw a non-derpy circle and we have a compass but it's just not working, it's just not happening...)
Ok, enough about that.
*pokes Sil* get used to it, I guess.
*pokes Tia back* NEVAR! *runs away*
I would just draw a circle by myself, to be fair. :P I am sort of kind of ish getting the hang of drawing circles in a compassless state . . .
(MY MUM ALMOST BURNT DOWN THE HOUSE XD)
@Star: *nods* Yeah, I agree with that. :)
ANd- :) :) :)
My maths friend and I do that, too. I was SO GLAD when I saw that we were still in the same maths class this year, and then they tried to move me because uneven class numbers and my timetable was eligible for moving class. I objected so timidly that the teacher crossed my name off the class-change list out of pity. xD
So we still get to watch out for each other's mistakes and it's all cool. :)
And, on the Californian redwood tree question - *laughs* I like those. When I try to work out why I like maths/physics, that tends to come into my figuring.
My physics teacher tells us that in an AS/A exam set a couple of years ago, they set a question about a carp jumping out of the water, in an arc, and how far does it jump, and he's there like where the HECK did they pull that from? But I like the fact that you can figure those things out, like, here's a random moment in life you can apply what you've learned to. I like that it's more about applying a set of basic ideas than about memorizing and regurgitating information. idk. But yeah. :)
(That's just it - we had a compass, heck, we had several, and we couldn't get a circle that was good enough. We couldn't understand it...)
@Sil something something [REDACTED]
@Chloe: WHoops. I'm glad she didn't succeed? :P
(Sorry, I disappeared briefly.)
(So, Taia, I heard living in tents isn't so bad after all... :P)
(What happened?)
* I meant Inky
Inky why are you training Felix? And sil why are you glaring at me? *frowns*
Cause I want to. *still glaring at him*
(She didn't, but it was a big grill fire O_O)
*sighs* the demon needs manners
(Welcome back, Sophia.)
(Silente, can you please email me?)
( Click me
OR
http://bloglandhungergames.blogspot.co.uk/ )
(@Tia I don't believe I have your email..)
Surely there is a different way to teach a demon manners, *glares back at sil*
*shrugs* well this is the fun and most sadistic way
(@Silente It's on my profile, I believe)
(... Was there a Hunger Games collab writing project or something, previously, or is my brain vaguely remembering fictional events?)
It looks like a cool idea, Silente. *nods* :) ^^
*glares at Gar with murder in her eyes*
*looks surprised* remind me to never get on your bad side lol (<for inky)
*smiles* that is true
Sil, why do you look murderous?
No reason.
*tilts head* now that's a lie
*rain, today*
*it falls in thick sheets, drenching the countryside*
*a white Cadillac rolls bumpily over a dirt road*
*driving slowly, so as not to skid*
*there's a hill in the distance*
*growing closer every second*
*a pile of decomposing wood and rubble tops it like an absurd crown*
*the driver of the white Cadillac checks the business card in her pocket*
*yes, this is the place*
*the Midnight Hotel*
(HELLO ANNI! LOOK AT MY PROFILE PIC)
*stands defiantly* don't even try it! *gives warning look*
(HEY CLARA)
Is it?
Why not Gar? Scared?
(Blogland Hunger Games?
I'm in.)
*the white Cadillac stops, around half a mile from the hill*
*the rain is almost blinding now*
*it's unsafe to drive any further*
The Driver: *gets out*
*walks around to the back of the car*
*knocks twice on the trunk*
. . .
*there's a long, agonizing moment*
*before someone knocks back*
The Driver: *wrenches the trunk open*
*there's a girl inside*
*bound tightly with duct tape*
*a long white scar slashes from the right corner of her mouth, up her cheek*
The Driver: You should be grateful, you know.
*drags her out of the car*
(Hullo, all!
Oh gosh, is that Holo?
IS THAT HOLO, ONE HALF OF MY OTP?)
(YES IT IS XD)
Yes Sil, whats up between you two?
(no, there WAS a HG competition - Zath did it. Not Roleplay, but, writing competition, I think. Like Gepard's Island. I don't think I was very here at the time, but I remember mentions. *nods* Yeah?
*proud to have remembered that, tbh. O_O*
Not that that negates the idea of holding a Blogland Hunger Games now, of course, because it sounds awesome, to me, and yes. :) )
Annika! Hello! :)
(Well I kinda need to talk to Zath about it.)
Nutin much.
The Driver: *lays her flat on the ground*
The Prisoner: *is clearly exhausted*
*suffering from blood-loss and a concussion*
The Driver: You should count yourself lucky that that piece of slime decided to abandon you.
*begins to tear the duct tape*
It made it easier.
Prisoner: *mumbles something*
Driver: *rips the duct tape off her mouth*
Prisoner: *gasps*
*weakly* You . . . you'll pay for this, Brickwater . . .
Twitch Brickwater: Mmm . . . no.
*leans down*
*whispers furiously* Don't forget that I own you now. You're my pet, and you'll do what I say.
I know your true name.
@Taia: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!
*was in that writing competition*
*watching, Clara O_O*
@Taia on maths and physics and that: :) :) :) *lots of smiles :)*
Twitch: *stands up*
*pale fingers tapping a rhythm on the leg of her jeans*
*short, wavy black hair curling against her pale face, showing off her gray eyes*
I'm leaving you here. You can walk the rest of the way.
Prisoner: *nods mutely*
Twitch: Be glad that I'm giving you a second chance. You don't deserve one.
Prisoner: *nods again*
Twitch: The moment I return, I had better find you ready to play the good little pet, and have everything in the hotel set up according to my design. Are we clear?
Prisoner: *nods*
Twitch: I said, are we clear?
Prisoner: Yes.
Twitch: Yes what?
Prisoner: Yes, Mrs. Brickwater.
Twitch: Good.
*gets back into the Cadillac*
*and drives away*
@Star: YEAH!!! *gives her own memory a special achievement medal :P* :)
ANd- :) :) :)
and WBD, bc physicssssssssss.
(Hello people of earth)
*the prisoner is left lying there, in the mud, in the rain*
*slowly, painfully, drags herself to her feet*
*her legs are stiff and weak*
*she hasn't had to walk for quite some time*
*begins to trudge up the dirt road, towards the hill*
*it seems to take forever*
*the rain is too thick to see through*
*the mud sucks at her shoes and makes it difficult to walk*
*coughs violently into her hand*
*her hand comes away sticky*
(Sorry, Dragona became somewhat distracted by steak.)
@Taia: :) :) :)
(Hello Annika and Edward!)
(Hi Tia, Sophia, Star, Gar, Inky, Anni, Taia, anybody I forgot, sorry)
*the ruins of the Midnight Hotel have been left there for nearly a month*
*the wood is rotting, the rubble is crunched and crumbled into the ground*
*here and there, skeletons of plumbing jut out from the remands of drywall*
*it looks less like the ruins of a building and more like a piece of roadkill, picked and poked at by carrion birds*
*the hill is impossible to climb on foot*
*so she climbs on her hands and knees*
(Hi Ed ^^)
(Greetings, Edward and Sophia/Dragona!)
(I am Sophia, Annika. Dragona has his own account.)
Hello, Edward Fletcher of Time. :)
@Sophia: *laughs* No problem. Welcome back. ^^
*by the time she gets to the top, the rain has soaked her to the skin*
*she is shivering, and her teeth hurt when they chatter*
*chokes back tears when she sees the ruins*
*but carries on crawling anyway, through the dross and debris*
*it has to be here*
*it has to be*
It has to be . . .
It has to be . . .
*whispers it hoarsely*
*over and over*
*as she pulls aside rotting boards and scoops away handfuls of rubble*
It has to be . . .
It has to be . . .
back
(in pj's cause i wanna)
Edward.... Master of time?
I'm standing here.
Seriously. MASTER?
(oh yeah my epic poof after saving you)
(best poof of 2014 EU)
(My apologies. Mistaken identity is something no one should be subjected to. Unless, of course, they are spies.)
(Hello Egg, thanks for saving me)
Yes, I am the master of time
(Hiya Egg ^^
*tries to draw Inky as a furry*)
Sil is it because of yesterday?
How are YOU the master?
I'm better than you.
*sulks*
*realises it's a title*
Uh... Nevermind.
*her hand closes around something, down in the mulch*
*something solid, and metallic*
*her breath catches in her throat*
*bloodshot eyes grow wide*
*shaky voice* Yes . . .
*pulls it out*
Yes . . . yes . . .
*clutches it in both hands*
*the little golden service bell*
Yes . . . Yes! Yes yes!
*clutches it to her chest and begins to sob*
*and the sobs turn to laughs, and the laughs turn wild*
Yes! Yes yes yes! YES YES YES YES YEEEEEEEEES!
(It is fine, Annika.)
(i typed time in google and your dp showed up first in images :D)
*stands in kitchen*
*makes a chocolate cake*
(AND inkward was created out of a drunken edward at the requiem ball)
(hehe I guess it was XD)
*looks offended* I am the master of time. *has a drink in bar*
(hows it goin ed?)
(oh these little things)
I'm glad I don't drink.
*finishes baking a cake*
*appears in bar*
Hello Ed *smiles*
want some cake?
*scrabbles wildly at the dirt*
*uncovers a large enough hole, and crams the bell in*
*furiously scrapes dirt over it*
*whispering manically under her breath*
*whispering, whispering*
*and*
*slowly*
*outwards from that hole in the ground*
*a polished wooden floor begins to spread*
*a scarlet carpet blooms on it like moss on a rock*
*and as the floor spreads out like a puddle, support beams begin to grow like trees*
*walls spread between the beams like spiderwebs*
*windows drip down like icicles*
*laughs, as the Hotel begins to grow around her*
(Was it?
Fine thanks Gar)
Cake? Yes please
*teleports inbetween edward and inky in bar*
HI GUYS!
*looks at ed*
I saved your life. Ha Ha, now you're my slave.
*gives him a slice*
*gets a drink*
No you're not, I lied.
Thanks Inky *eats cake* Hello Egg
Not what?
*goes and sits on throne* if your wondering where this came from, i put it in here today its very comfy.
*shoots my own face*
*people scream around me*
*face re-heals*
I may be going mad.... sorry i meant even more mad....
*smiles* Hello
*it is not long before she is left alone*
*lying spread eagled on her face*
*on the red-carpeted floor of the Midnight Hotel's lobby*
*she looks up, her eyes swimming with tears*
*everything looks exactly the same as she left it*
*slowly, she pushes herself to her feet*
*and wobbles a little on the spot*
*the Hotel died because of her growing insanity*
Mustn't let that happen again.
*high-pitched giggle that abruptly cuts off after a few seconds*
*walks slowly around the room, trailing one hand along the wall*
*falls to her knees and buries her face in the carpet*
*lunges for the desk at the end of the room and leaps over it*
*lands in the swivel chair and spins*
*she's laughing now*
*laughing and crying*
*the plaque on the desk reads CLARA L. CROWLEY*
*she's home*
THE END
OR, THE BEGINNING
Hey Ink!
Are you ok with your drinking?
*glances at ed*
(Daaaaaaaymn dats baaaaaaad. Someone new has control of the hotel...)
*glares at Gar then turns to Egg*
Hello.
supercalifragilisticexpialadocious.
*drinks a bottle of wine*
(is star in the bar?)
(alright egg?)
(i mean silente-is she in the bar)
I am *drinks*
*hiccups*
(Oh no wait Clara has control of the hotel.
But someone has control of Clara.
Hmm...)
(She is now egg)
Oh god....
I swear this problem....
*grabs both of their faces*
*faces glow blue and they have a new found disgust for alcohol*
Petition to make Is Star in the Bar a new Dr. Suess book.
And no, Clara Crowley is now back in control of the Hotel. Just perhaps a changed Clara Crowley from who you once new.
anyway...
Hey sil
(msd oh no)
*Spits out wine*
Ah, yes. Well.
I prefer to do all my drinking at Trip's.
Oh, Silente! I love the Hunger Games idea, but I had an idea for it that I wanted to run by you.
*chokes and coughs on cider* What happened?
What's wrong sil? You keep glaring at me, if the wind changes your face will be stuck like that.
the star in the car fell into a bar and then attempted to do a far-t
(Then let the idea run Clara! If it's private then do the running via email! kutekillerkitty@gmail.com )
*Looks suspiciously at wine*
You had an urge to stop drinking?
I dunno I did nothing....
*grins*
*glares at Gar*
It was raining outside
It was too wet to play
So Star sat in the bar
All that cold
cold
cold
cold
wet day.
*tilits head* what did you do, egg?
Egg?
It's not, I just had a thought.
All the Districts in the books had a "thing."
One was the Commodities District, one was Technology, one was Farming, one was Coal Mining, etc.
So I thought, why if the Districts in Blogland Hunger Games were Blogland themed?
So, like the Blogging District, the Drinking District, the Magic District, the Unicorn District, the Shipping District, the Murder District, etc.
Stop glaring *a strong sound of warning in his voice*
Nothing.
Hey, did you know pie?
*dissapears in a bang of smoke*
*sits next to silente*
*Appears in Tardis*
(That's a good idea! I had literally no clue for the districts.. do you wanna be a co-author clara?)
*rolls eyes*
*tracks down Egg, using wolf senses*
Can you reverse it please?
Are you two going to get into a Master-of-Time duel?
(bye! poof)
*looks around* where is Ed?
I'd love to co-write!
But what exactly does that entail . . ?
(byii
Im just going to assume they can drink again)
(Bye Egg)
*Heads to lab*
(I meant Byii Egg)
Hey Sil *smiles* have you seen Ed?
*sits in the Hotel*
*dazed and delighted*
*wondering what to do now*
(I have no idea what it would entail Clara...but it's probably a good idea for me to get co-conspire- i mean authors for me to bounce stuff off of.)
Excellant. Let us be co-conspirators.
*offers hand to shake*
*I have a concealed blade in my sleeve*
*that's how you know I'm a good conspirator*
*Once I lab follows a corridor to personal bar*
(Hey El^^)
(Hello El)
*joins Elleni, starts poking sil*
(*shakes Clara's hand*)
(*pokes El*
I
*poke*
Just
*poke*
Did)
*shrugs* Maybe hes in the tardis
*goes to tardis*
Hello?
*punches Gar in the face hard enough to knock him out*
I remember that one time on a fan request I had a scene with Oscar Neurotic in The Master's TARDIS.
*Hears Inky and hides wine appearing in control room* Hello
*Begins poking Sil as well*
Hey everyone.
*grins* what you doing?
Would anybody like any of the following?
- To role-play with me.
- To drink at a bar with me.
- To read me singing a song.
- To hear a joke.
- To sing a duet.
- A hug, from me to you.
(Heyo Blake ^^)
Hullo there, Blake. How are things in Blaketown, Blakania?
(Sing Song !)
(Hello Blake)
*Hides bottle of wine* Nothing
(I wanna hug!)
*punches Blake as well*
(GARGH SO MUCH STUFF I@M CURRENTLY DOING *MINI MELT DOWN*)
(Okay better. EL I REPLIED!)
(Song)
*smacks head on floor and wakes up* THAT TEARS IT!!!! *grabs pool cue and sweeps sil's legs out* whatcha gona do now?
*tilts head* you must be up to something...
*takes a deep breath*
*hollers* CHIM CHIMEREE
CHIM CHIMEREE
CHIM CHIM CHEREE
A SWEEP IS AS LUCKY
AS LUCKY CAN BE
*bows*
I hope you enjoyed the song.
Here you go.
*hugs Silente*
Clarente Fangirls: *pop up from behind bushes and take pictures*
*stops hugging Silente*
(Well done Clara)
brb
(Bravi! Bravi! *applauds*)
Call me Blakania again and I kick you in the side of the head again
*Ducks under Sil's punch and pokes her with both hands*
Good to see you too, shorty.
Hi Ed, Inky.
(*laughs and poses for the fangirls*
*winks at Clara, flashing a cheeky grin*)
(Ah I love teasing the fangirls.)
*kicks Gar onto his back and stamps on his privates*
*watches my joke go sailing serenely over Blake's head*
(Clara! I require your email!)
*Watches the now apparently visible joke as well, still not getting it*
*stands there stiffly*
*awkwardly turning red from embarrassment*
Clarente Fangirls: *freaking out*
*fainting*
*clutching their Be The Glue merchandise*
(I have a song :
LADIES, GENTLEMEN!
SIGNORE, SIGNORI!
DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH YOUR TV!
TONIGHT’S GENETIC OPERA
IS THE PLACE TO BE!
GENECO!
GENECO!
FROM THE TRANSPLANTS!
TO THE GENTERNS!
BELLISSIMO!
L’OPERA MI AMORE--!
THE GENETIC OPERA IS THIS EVENING!
YOU’LL-A LAUGH!
HA!
YOU’LL-A CRY!
HO!
YOU’LL-A...!
SING!
BRAVI, BRAVI, BRAVISSIME!
THE GENETIC OPERA IS GOOD!
IT’S-A GOOD!
BRAVI, BRAVI, BRAVISSIME!
THE GENETIC OPERA IS GOOD
I will give you my e-mail right here, because I don't care who knows it. It's chartreuseclara@vertigoreach.com
Inky, oh Inky, I've been curious about something for a while. Tell me, tell me true, what does Zydrate come in?
I have one as well!
One dark day in the middle of the night, two bad boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf police man heard the noise, and came right out and got those boys.
*Bows low*
Thank you, thank you.
*the visible joke soars majestically into the heavens, where it joins a flock of other visible jokes*
*most of them seem to have been made by Snow*
(*laughs at the fangirls*
*blows Clara a kiss, winking again*)
(*grins*
zydrate comes in a little glass vial)
(A little glass vial?)
I can say a poem too.
A sweet, simple poem, and it's just for you.
*cough*
The boy with nails in his eyes
Put up his aluminum tree
It looked pretty strange because
He couldn't really see
*bows low*
Thank you.
(a little glass vial
and the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery)
(*weird noises*)
AAH AAH
((bravo Anni!))
(Hello.)
(and the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy)
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