*Eyes widen* *This was blake/erebus's wife and children? *but they seem...so happy and normal... Uh...call me if you need anything. I'm Ariadne. *Retreats to her room, peaking out behind her wall*
() *stumbles, looking confused* *spins, looking at Lau, aghast* What...but..THE NEWBIE ISN'T MEANT TO GET THE FIRST HIT! *uses vampire speed to grab Lau, pressing her against a tree, fangs diving for her neck*
*raises an eyebrow* She's a strange one... *smiles down at the twins* Hello my darlings. Enjoying your drink? *lira and lucus smile up at her* Yes mummy *smiles* I'm glad. *drinks her hot chocolate*
*Makes it snow and the twins run around her, playing in the snow* *Picks up snow and throws it at Lucus* *Lucus giggles and is about to hit her back but Lira hits him in the back of the head* *Laughs and hits Lira too* *The twins gang up on her and both of the twins fire snowballs at her* Ahh! *Falls to the ground and rolls in the snow* *Go over to her and jump on her*
No but my sister can! *dials the number but Flo appears immediately* Flo: Sorry Velvet, I snuck out because I was bored... Velvet: *sighs* For once I'm glad... Can you heal this? *points to the bite* Flo: *holds hand to the wound and it begins to glow green*
Ok good. Let's go back to my tree house. *she touches Lua's arm, turning them to mist again* *she floats back to her tree house, solidifying on the porch* No one I don't want can get in or out!
*Lays on the ground, covered in snow and children* *Laughs, the first time she's properly laughed since Blake died* *Snowballs hit them both on the backs of their heads, they turn round and Chione tickles them both to the ground* Haha! no messing with mummy!
() *looks in the direction of Dugs voice* Stop teasing me! *goes to find Chi, then realises chi probably doesn't want to see her, pausing, stumbling back slightly at the realization* *blinks and slowly climbs a tree*
*Creates a hill and a sledge* *Picks up her twins and puts them in the sledge* Ready? *The twins cheer and raise their arms* *Pushes slightly and the sledge goes down the hill* *Holds onto the twins tightly* Wooo!
() *calmly shreds leaves, staring at the sky blankly* *checks her phone; nothing* *obviously nothing* *no ones injured or pregnant, what use would they have for her* *sighs*
No, sorry, I REALLY MUST do homework because I'm going out tomorrow night as well bleh. :/ Plus I need sleep tonight because I got less sleep than I shoudl have last night coz I was reading. Um.
Velvet: *sighs and walks downstairs to meet Flo in the kitchen* Flo: Hey... *looks up at Velvet's tired/bored face* God, you look awful! Velvet: *glares* Flo: *laughs* Velvet: *deepens the glare* Flo: *nervously stops laughing and breaks eye contact*
(Although THAT BOOK has kind of severely put my off obedience, so when I want to obey you it just gives me a bad feeling, like when a character makes a morally bad chocie and you just feel like screaming at them to do the right thing but they don't. You should ALWAYS take responsibility for your actions, or the consequences cna be dire dire dire.)
Bethany: *she smiles* Thank you... Silente mentioned about Phaestra preventing her father from insulting or hurting her... What do you think about that?
(I'm surprised Silente's family are so accepting of her bisexualness (heh. Bisexualness. That's such a cool word. Wish it existed), considering the era (era? Since when did I use the word 'era'?) they come from.)
(Times change, Star. There are some who accept the changes, and some who keep thinking the same thing. It is entirely plausible that Silente's family could have simply thought, "Accepting it makes sense.")
Cool. *Raises an eyebrow at the face* I'm guessing you're not old enough to drink, are you? *Laughs* That's...aww man. *Takes her glass and cleans it then puts it away* Let's go then *Smiles*
*Noelle sits with her few razors in her shoddy bathroom, as well as a pen and pencil, writing down quickly everything bad about herself "you're worthless, you're nothing, you're pathetic, you're weak, stupid, unloved, insignificant, a bitch" over and over until she's reduced to tears*
Hey hey hey I'm doing my French, in which I'm talking about my holiday and I got sidetracked and started ranted about how great the mountains were when we passed through the Alps on the way to the campsite, and I said me and my brother were taking a ton of photos, and I said my sister was just there reading her book beacuse she didn't find mountains fascinating, and now I'm trying ot say "I don't understand her," but I don't know how to say that. Would it be "je ne elle comprehend pas," "je n'elle comprehend pas," or "je ne la comprehend pas?"
*Noelle tucks the thin strip of steel into a small box under the towels of the bathroom, before beginning to pour hand sanitizer straight into her legs, where it burns and stings almost as bad as when she furt hurt them- the alcohol is like lemon juice* *Shivers, crying more*
. . . I don't know what to do in these situations. So I just sit there. And do nothing. Which won't help. But I don't know how to do anything that will.
C was talking about killing herself today - she does that a lot, she's not really serious, she's just like "I don't like living. Someone shoot me. I'm bored of life," and I was trying to tell her not to kill herself, but I totally failed beacuse I kept forgetting what I was doing and get caught up in the technicalities, like she said she shoudl find a psychopath to shoot her and I was like "No, you should find a sadist" and then we argued for a bit before realising that a sadist might have pesky morals getting in the way so a psychopath might be best, so I was like "Yes, get a psychopath to kill you. Oh, wait, no don't, I'm meant to be stopping you!" and then she was saying about how the psychopath should wait for her to write a suicide note, shoot her in the head, and then put the gun in her hands, and I was like "Well, make sure they shoot you in the RIGHT side of your head" and started ranting about that Sherlock episode where they faked the suicide of a left-handed man before I was like "Oh yeah, I'm meant to be trying to STOP her planning to kill herself." . . . I would be a terrible therapist. :P
(Hello I'm back! Hey Zafira, welcome back ^.^ How are you?)
I'm a goddess, I can change my appearance to anything that I want. OR anyone. *Changes into Annabelle just to show her then changes back* I prefer being myself. No offense. *Smiles* How much further?
And then B was having an existential crisis (she couldn't work out whether she was dreaming or not and wehther this was all real. She was getting proper stressed out, too) at the same time, so I was like "Okay. Okay. Are you any easier to fix? Because I'm having no headway with her. How do I fix you?" and she was like "Well, you just have to convince me that this reality is real" and I was like "What?? I can't even convince MYSELF it's real." We needed our friend D, really. When B asked us "Is this reality real?" then I was like "Well, maybe, we don't know, but I trust that it is" and started rranting on about The Final Empire and then C just started trying to wind her up beacuse she found her disbelief in reality amusing, whereas D would have been like "B, it's real," really definite-like. You need people like D sometimes.
*steps out of a tree* *teleports away to change into a plain black shirt and some jeans that fit her, shifting her long, black leather coat so that it also fits her neatly, and reappears close to the door of Noelle's house* *sees Trip there* Hi. Did you knock already?
I'm what I call an imaginative realist, Star. I believe that dream worlds that seem as real as our one, or a false world conceived only by my deceived senses are as real as our actual one, as ultimately they share the hallmarks of the 'real' one.
@Trip: I also believe that. Like someone on AVEN posted asking us what we would do if we were God, like, the one God who was all-poiwerful adn could do everything, and tbh, I would just act like a good author acts in relation to their story and their characters. Which does make me think. If God acts like an author to us, as we act like authors to our characters, are we all merely characters? Do we have a God who happens to be an author out insome other world somewhere, and are the authors in our world actual Gods to their stories/realities? (But a God might also have to obey laws of nature, like gravity and stuff. And you couldn't, like, cleanse humanity and make them better according to my theory of traits, that all traits are both good and bad and you can't have the good ones without the bad ones, so we're stuck as well are. At which point, I realised that if I were God, I would do pretty much, um, nothing to change the universe. At which point, I came to realise that if there is a God and He does exist and he does pretty much nothing to help us, He might actually be doing a pretty good job. Which was interesting.)
I've noticed that the best way of mintoriing how tired I am is not looking at how I feel, which can be pretty ineffective, it's looking at how well I communicate. Today, I'm tired, and even though I feel okay, my communication is all over the place. It's interesting.
Granmama: Ah! You warm a widows heart child, I'll give you that. *moves to her chair with practiced grace, sitting* Now, come, tell me, what mischief have you been up to?
I'm sure. *shifts herself to face Zanida as well as Trip* No, he just has a few female names. He was going a little too nutty, so he let me out. He did that- *points to the other side of the lake, where "THERE IS NO LAW" is still burned into the grass outside Trip's bar* -this morning, so.
Don't be sorry, Noelle. You haev nothing to be sorry for, as far as I know, and if you do, I forgive you. :)
Mmh. Yeah. I keep meaning to roleplay with Tanya, but i was reading and now I have homework, which I'm meant to be doing but I'm too tired to stay on task today. (Fascinating, watching the effects of tiredness on myself. I feel fine, but I can't communicate as effectively and I can't motivate myself. This was a good idea, actually. Now I know what to talk about when persuading people to go to sleep.
Also, thank you, Silente, for being authoritative and a) teaching me how to do and and b) "Authority is an illusion" - The Stormlight Archive. It's interesting to watch authority to kind of test the point, y'know?
@Trip: I love the usage of the word 'fabulous' for homosexual. Lots of lovely positive connotations to counteract the negative connotations that come with homosexual-words ebing used as insults. :)
I'd consider switching the word 'gay' to 'fabulous' in my vocabularly entirely, but it would only befuddle people.
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Shh! Don't tell her to run!
*looks confused*
Where is Trip?
Do you work here?
*nods slowly*
Um, yeah. You have magic...
LUA RUN!
(Haha, Jai)
Yeah, I work and live here. Temporarily. Until I find a place of my own.
Now what would you and the two little angels like?
*Smiles sweetly*
()
*watches Dug curiously*
*slowly starts pulling mist out of dug causing her skin to become almost wooden*
*Teleports to South Africa*
Oh, ok.
could I have...*looks at the twins*
Two cups of milk and a hot chocolate please?
*screams*
SIL WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
(Aww..that's cheating...)
Yes of course. Let me just get those for you.
*Goes downstairs for a moment*
*Comes back up with the drinks*
Here you go, Ma'am.
()
*laughs happily*
Shh!
*works faster, her skin literally becoming wood*
And watch your screaming!
(She went to south Africa..that's cheating!)
*stops screaming just to spite her*
Ma'am is not necessary.
My name is Chione.
*drinks from the hot chocolate and gives the twins their milk*
*they smild up at her*
(*laughs and sticks out her tongue*)
smile*
()
*smiles happily*
*Dug shrinks, insides becoming wood, her entirety a tiny wooden statue*
*she's still conscious*
Aww..cute!
*speaking in dugs mind*
Hello!
(*pokes tongue back out at Dug*)
*growls in her mind*
What the h***?! Turn me back!
*Eyes widen*
*This was blake/erebus's wife and children?
*but they seem...so happy and normal...
Uh...call me if you need anything. I'm Ariadne.
*Retreats to her room, peaking out behind her wall*
()
*smiles*
*the mist fills dug again, turning her back*
Hmm..
*Teleports back to Silente and wacks her on the head with a frying pan and laughs hysterically*
*turns into mist and floats away from Sil*
*when she solidifies she's glaring*
*laughs as she gets hit on the head with a frying pan*
()
*stumbles, looking confused*
*spins, looking at Lau, aghast*
What...but..THE NEWBIE ISN'T MEANT TO GET THE FIRST HIT!
*uses vampire speed to grab Lau, pressing her against a tree, fangs diving for her neck*
Good someone beat her up.
*is laughing hysterically*
Go Lua! Go Lua!
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
SAVE ME DUG!!!
()
*growls low in her throat*
*this isn't fun and games anymore*
*she fully intends to rip Lau's throat out*
*raises an eyebrow*
She's a strange one...
*smiles down at the twins*
Hello my darlings. Enjoying your drink?
*lira and lucus smile up at her*
Yes mummy
*smiles*
I'm glad.
*drinks her hot chocolate*
*bites hard into her neck, growling, eyes ablaze*
Shoot.
*runs over to Lua, grabbing her arm and turning into MIST, taking Lua with her*
*she floats up above Sil's head*
(*pops back in for a second*)
*laughs hysterically as Sil is whacked on the head* I like this one! *points at Lua*
(*ghosts again*)
(*Pulls Jai's hair and drags her away from Lau*)
*she solidifies away from Sil*
Shoot, Lua, you ok?
(Nah, I'm staying!)
S***! *watches as Lua is bitten, unable to get to her fast enough*
(*growls at Aria*)
(lol)
*paces, watching the mist*
*starts bounding after them as soon as dug solidifies*
*jogs to where Duggy and Lua are* What's up? Is she okay? *points down at Lua*
*sighs and turns both of them into mist again*
(Well...it appears we've learnt what happens when the newbie gets the hit..)
*Sits down on her bed, alone*
*Doesn't know what to do*
*turns to see Sil* *throws arms out and freezes Sil*
()
*hisses, watching the mist, stalking it smoothly*
*smiles, blood on her lips and teeth*
I will wait
*they finish their drinks and get up to leave*
Come on kids. Let's have a snow day.
*she runs outside and they laugh and follow her*
*is frozen*
*scowls*
*struggles against the ice*
*grins and has an idea* *closes eyes and raises arms palms up* *mist begins to rise everywhere around Blogland so Lua can get away*
*she solidifies with Lua, a little ways away*
Velvet, can you heal?!
*Hears the door close and steps back into the bar, watching the family outside*
*Sighs and sits on the floor behind the bar*
(Zaf, you still here? Wanna join?)
Y'all are lovely, but I have to leave. See you lot later! <3
(Bye Flora)
()
*strains, smashing the ice apart*
*smirks*
Thanks for the practice chi.
*tracks Lau using her blood, not needing to. See*
*Runs away, not strong enough to teleport*
It isn't very deep, Dug
*Makes it snow and the twins run around her, playing in the snow*
*Picks up snow and throws it at Lucus*
*Lucus giggles and is about to hit her back but Lira hits him in the back of the head*
*Laughs and hits Lira too*
*The twins gang up on her and both of the twins fire snowballs at her*
Ahh!
*Falls to the ground and rolls in the snow*
*Go over to her and jump on her*
No but my sister can! *dials the number but Flo appears immediately*
Flo: Sorry Velvet, I snuck out because I was bored...
Velvet: *sighs* For once I'm glad... Can you heal this? *points to the bite*
Flo: *holds hand to the wound and it begins to glow green*
(Awww that's adorable)
*Attempts to cover the blood dripping from her neck, but not doing so well*
(Bye Flora!!!!!!!!!)
(Bye Flora)
Flo: *tackles Lua and turns invisible*
Ok good. Let's go back to my tree house.
*she touches Lua's arm, turning them to mist again*
*she floats back to her tree house, solidifying on the porch*
No one I don't want can get in or out!
(Bye Flora!!)
*growls, trying to find Lau*
*sighs and gives up, for now*
Thanks Dugglyn and Flo!
Thanks Dugglyn and Flo!
*Lays on the ground, covered in snow and children*
*Laughs, the first time she's properly laughed since Blake died*
*Snowballs hit them both on the backs of their heads, they turn round and Chione tickles them both to the ground*
Haha! no messing with mummy!
*calls into the forest*
Hey Sil! Over here!
*walks away, realizing as usual people are not listening* -Zaf
(Zaf, don't go! :c)
(Zaf, we are...)
What are you doing Dugglyn?!
()
*looks in the direction of Dugs voice*
Stop teasing me!
*goes to find Chi, then realises chi probably doesn't want to see her, pausing, stumbling back slightly at the realization*
*blinks and slowly climbs a tree*
(Zafira, please don't go...come join Aria. She's alone.)
(Zaf we were listening..Dug asked if you were even here!)
()
*nestles in the branches, curling up*
*Creates a hill and a sledge*
*Picks up her twins and puts them in the sledge*
Ready?
*The twins cheer and raise their arms*
*Pushes slightly and the sledge goes down the hill*
*Holds onto the twins tightly*
Wooo!
<3
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXoZLPSw8U8
()
*calmly shreds leaves, staring at the sky blankly*
*checks her phone; nothing*
*obviously nothing*
*no ones injured or pregnant, what use would they have for her*
*sighs*
(So bored... *sighs*)
(Saaaaameeeee)
(Sil, RP?)
(Uh..sure? Non of my characters are very..anything, though.)
(I'm just going to go. Or ghost.
Yeah, i'll maybe Ghost.)
(*cuddles gem* :(
(It's fine Jai, any of them would do)
(Mm..*sighs and nods*)
Annabelle: *walks into the pub as if she belongs there despise being severely underage*
(DOES ANYONE WANT TO COME FOR A PARTY AT VELVET/FLO'S HOUSE?!)
(YES)
(OH MY GOOD LORD I'VE ONLY JUST CHECKED THE DATE;
IT'S MY TWO MONTH BLOGVERSARY!)
(YAY ARIA! ANYONE JUST TURN UP!)
*the Carlyles' house stands nearby the lake, the two girls inside, bored*
*Gets up from the back of the bar*
Hello...would you like a drink?
IT'S MY THREE YEAR BLOGVERSARY IN THREE DAYS
WHOOO
GO ME. :P
(YAY STAR! SO WANT TO COME TO THE PARTY? IT ISN'T MUCH OF A PARTY YET!)
(Oh wow Star)
(Hello.)
(Hey Sophia)
(Hello, Ariadne.)
Velvet: *sits at home, alone with no clue what to do*
Annabelle: *flashes a cocky grin*
Vodka cranberry please.
Granmama: *smiles slowly*
An angel..
No, sorry, I REALLY MUST do homework because I'm going out tomorrow night as well bleh. :/ Plus I need sleep tonight because I got less sleep than I shoudl have last night coz I was reading. Um.
(Homework star!)
Velvet: *sighs and walks downstairs to meet Flo in the kitchen*
Flo: Hey... *looks up at Velvet's tired/bored face* God, you look awful!
Velvet: *glares*
Flo: *laughs*
Velvet: *deepens the glare*
Flo: *nervously stops laughing and breaks eye contact*
(Haha, no worries Star!)
Thank you, Silente. :)
(Although THAT BOOK has kind of severely put my off obedience, so when I want to obey you it just gives me a bad feeling, like when a character makes a morally bad chocie and you just feel like screaming at them to do the right thing but they don't. You should ALWAYS take responsibility for your actions, or the consequences cna be dire dire dire.)
Also, wordreference.com won't translate 'campervan' wtf.
Also, I am getting distracted, but I need my computer on for homework so bleh.
Alright
*Smiles and goes downstairs to get her drink*
*Comes back up with her Vodka cranberry and gives it to her*
Here you go.
Bethany: *her cheeks go red and she folds her wings again* Yes... But honestly, I'm really nothing special.
Annabelle: *frowns slightly, surprised she's getting a drink despite her age*
Wanna go to a party?
Granmama: *grunts*
Dont say that. You're my favourite grandchilds girlfriend.
Uh...*Looks around the shop*
I suppose I could. I'll lock up.
Where is it?
Bethany: *she smiles* Thank you...
Silente mentioned about Phaestra preventing her father from insulting or hurting her... What do you think about that?
(I'm surprised Silente's family are so accepting of her bisexualness (heh. Bisexualness. That's such a cool word. Wish it existed), considering the era (era? Since when did I use the word 'era'?) they come from.)
Annabelle: a friends house.
*downs the drink, pulling a slight face*
Flo: Don't worry, I know what will help cheer you up!
Velvet: *groans* What...
Flo: I invited a friend round yay!
(Times change, Star. There are some who accept the changes, and some who keep thinking the same thing. It is entirely plausible that Silente's family could have simply thought, "Accepting it makes sense.")
(@Star her father and mother aren't...but the angel thing helps as they're grotesquely religious. As for Granmama, she's just awesome.)
Granmama: *grunts*
It's his own fault. He deserves it.
Bethany: ... If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone else?
[Henry the telepathic ninja owl flies across Blogland, gripping a top hat in his talons]
[He lands perfectly so that the top hat is on Star's head]
[Whispers]
Homework
Cool. *Raises an eyebrow at the face*
I'm guessing you're not old enough to drink, are you?
*Laughs*
That's...aww man.
*Takes her glass and cleans it then puts it away*
Let's go then
*Smiles*
Granmama: *smiles*
Of course angel
Annabelle: that wasn't nice.
*grins, bouncing up*
Okay!
@SIlente: Ah I see. :) That makes sense. :)
@Sophia: People are rarely that sensible.
@Silente: Yeah. Very religious, though. A lot of really religious people object to non-straightness.
*thinks of conversion therapy*
Yay for Siletne's family, though, for not thinking she's possessed by the dev-
oh wait they do think that, or one of them does.
Never mind.
*frowns*
*pulls a :( face at the telepathic ninja owl*
*I don't want to do my homework*
*Noelle sits with her few razors in her shoddy bathroom, as well as a pen and pencil, writing down quickly everything bad about herself "you're worthless, you're nothing, you're pathetic, you're weak, stupid, unloved, insignificant, a bitch" over and over until she's reduced to tears*
*Shoos her out then locks the door behind her*
*Follows her to the party, changing into a short red dress on the way, her hair curled*
(brb)
Bethany: Phaestra is my mother...
(That is very true, Star. People are illogical.)
Annabelle: *watches, frowning*
How do you do that?
Granmama: *pauses a moment then smiles, turning to Sil*
You got a good one
(*hugs Adra* You're none of those things!)
Bethany: *she looks at Silente, before turning back to her grandmother* ... What do you mean?
Velvet: *goes upstairs and brushes her newly straightened hair* *changes into a purple dress and gold heels and does her makeup*
*smiles, hugging Beth*
Granmama: she found an angel who's mother is against harming others. If that isn't a good one then no one is
(*hugs Noelle tightly*)
Bethany: *she hugs her back*
I'm against harming others... I just... Sometimes it can be necessary? It's not right but it's necessary...
Granmama: *nods*
I taught Silente all I could on defense and attack, however never got onto morals..teach her the morals she may lack.
*hugs Noelle* :/ :/
@Sophia: Yeah. I know that firsthand. Or, like, the hand before first. -_-
Hey
hey hey
I'm doing my French, in which I'm talking about my holiday and I got sidetracked and started ranted about how great the mountains were when we passed through the Alps on the way to the campsite, and I said me and my brother were taking a ton of photos, and I said my sister was just there reading her book beacuse she didn't find mountains fascinating, and now I'm trying ot say "I don't understand her," but I don't know how to say that.
Would it be "je ne elle comprehend pas," "je n'elle comprehend pas," or "je ne la comprehend pas?"
*Noelle tucks the thin strip of steel into a small box under the towels of the bathroom, before beginning to pour hand sanitizer straight into her legs, where it burns and stings almost as bad as when she furt hurt them- the alcohol is like lemon juice* *Shivers, crying more*
*pas"?
(Noelle STOP please!)
(@Star je ne sa comprehend pas, I think..)
Bethany: I intend to. She's already become better.
Granmama: *nods*
*suddenly grasps Beth's hand tightly*
Please, make sure she rests in heaven should her time come.
Sorry- I'll go
(I didn't mean go! I meant..Don't hurt yourself..)
Perhaps maybe this time....-Zaf
@Silente: Ah . . .
Thanks. :)
. . .
I don't know what to do in these situations.
So I just sit there.
And do nothing.
Which won't help.
But I don't know how to do anything that will.
C was talking about killing herself today - she does that a lot, she's not really serious, she's just like "I don't like living. Someone shoot me. I'm bored of life," and I was trying to tell her not to kill herself, but I totally failed beacuse I kept forgetting what I was doing and get caught up in the technicalities, like she said she shoudl find a psychopath to shoot her and I was like "No, you should find a sadist" and then we argued for a bit before realising that a sadist might have pesky morals getting in the way so a psychopath might be best, so I was like "Yes, get a psychopath to kill you. Oh, wait, no don't, I'm meant to be stopping you!" and then she was saying about how the psychopath should wait for her to write a suicide note, shoot her in the head, and then put the gun in her hands, and I was like "Well, make sure they shoot you in the RIGHT side of your head" and started ranting about that Sherlock episode where they faked the suicide of a left-handed man before I was like "Oh yeah, I'm meant to be trying to STOP her planning to kill herself."
. . .
I would be a terrible therapist. :P
Btw, Silente, yeah, it's 'sa.' :)
*Trip knocks on Noelle's door*
Hello? Is anybody home?
Bethany: I... *she sighs, trying to find the right words* I can try?
(Hello I'm back!
Hey Zafira, welcome back ^.^ How are you?)
I'm a goddess, I can change my appearance to anything that I want. OR anyone.
*Changes into Annabelle just to show her then changes back*
I prefer being myself. No offense.
*Smiles*
How much further?
Sleepy. And bored.-Zaf
And then B was having an existential crisis (she couldn't work out whether she was dreaming or not and wehther this was all real. She was getting proper stressed out, too) at the same time, so I was like "Okay. Okay. Are you any easier to fix? Because I'm having no headway with her. How do I fix you?" and she was like "Well, you just have to convince me that this reality is real" and I was like "What?? I can't even convince MYSELF it's real."
We needed our friend D, really. When B asked us "Is this reality real?" then I was like "Well, maybe, we don't know, but I trust that it is" and started rranting on about The Final Empire and then C just started trying to wind her up beacuse she found her disbelief in reality amusing, whereas D would have been like "B, it's real," really definite-like.
You need people like D sometimes.
Granmama: *nods*
Thank you..
*lets her hand go*
Annabelle: *frowns*
That's weird..
(I'm kinda bored too. *hugs Zafira*)
How so? *smiles*
And are we almost there? I don't want to change into my heels until we're there.
*steps out of a tree* *teleports away to change into a plain black shirt and some jeans that fit her, shifting her long, black leather coat so that it also fits her neatly, and reappears close to the door of Noelle's house* *sees Trip there* Hi. Did you knock already?
*hugs back* -Zaf
I'm what I call an imaginative realist, Star. I believe that dream worlds that seem as real as our one, or a false world conceived only by my deceived senses are as real as our actual one, as ultimately they share the hallmarks of the 'real' one.
There's more detail, but that's it in essence.
Annabelle: You..looked like me..
I think so
(velv?)
Hullo!!!
*spins around and jumps back* Ah!
Who are you? I don't know you! Are you Alistair?
(Herrow Rhydian!)
Herrow Trip!! How are you?
(Fine thank you. Yourself?)
@Trip: I also believe that.
Like
someone on AVEN posted asking us what we would do if we were God, like, the one God who was all-poiwerful adn could do everything, and tbh, I would just act like a good author acts in relation to their story and their characters.
Which does make me think. If God acts like an author to us, as we act like authors to our characters, are we all merely characters? Do we have a God who happens to be an author out insome other world somewhere, and are the authors in our world actual Gods to their stories/realities?
(But a God might also have to obey laws of nature, like gravity and stuff.
And you couldn't, like, cleanse humanity and make them better according to my theory of traits, that all traits are both good and bad and you can't have the good ones without the bad ones, so we're stuck as well are.
At which point, I realised that if I were God, I would do pretty much, um, nothing to change the universe.
At which point, I came to realise that if there is a God and He does exist and he does pretty much nothing to help us, He might actually be doing a pretty good job.
Which was interesting.)
I am good...just dreading tomorrow. Cba with schooling, I want to have a day off
*rests a hand on her hip* Do I look like Alastair? He's- *winces slightly* I'm one of his names.
Aye Star.
*an Asgardian, Zanida, steps out from the place in a tree*
Zanida: Wait, Alastair is a female?
That's sort of what I meant. The leather jacket gave you away.
(Rhydian! *hugs*
Trip! *hugs tighter*
I'm kidding. You're both fabulous.
*Group hug*)
I did. I told you, I can look like anyone. Or anything.
Bethany: *she smiles* I think I prefer you out of the family I've met so far... You seem kinder.
Star 0_0
I actually love hearing your odd philosophical theories....they're sooooo cooool
I went off-topic a bit there . . .
I've noticed that the best way of mintoriing how tired I am is not looking at how I feel, which can be pretty ineffective, it's looking at how well I communicate. Today, I'm tired, and even though I feel okay, my communication is all over the place. It's interesting.
(*group hugs*)
:) :) :)
Thank you, Rhydian. :)
Ego boosts always feel nice. :)
sorry
Granmama: Ah! You warm a widows heart child, I'll give you that.
*moves to her chair with practiced grace, sitting*
Now, come, tell me, what mischief have you been up to?
(Also, Ariadne, in my social circle fabulous has become a byword for flaming homosexual. So :P)
(Welcome back Noelle)
I'm sure. *shifts herself to face Zanida as well as Trip* No, he just has a few female names. He was going a little too nutty, so he let me out. He did that- *points to the other side of the lake, where "THERE IS NO LAW" is still burned into the grass outside Trip's bar* -this morning, so.
(*Laughs awkwardly*
*Totally isn't what she meant*
*Ships BLIP*
*Heh*)
((You don't have anything to be sorry for, Noelle.))
Fabulous is not a homosexuel word, Trip :/
Hi Noelle!
(*hugs Adwa*)
Yes, I rather wondered about that. I haven't had that happen since '68.
(I see Fabulous as, an eccentric person. Or sassy xD
Elsa is fabulous)
(I know, but my friend James came out by saying that he was 'fabulous' and it sort of stuck.)
Don't be sorry, Noelle.
You haev nothing to be sorry for, as far as I know, and if you do, I forgive you.
:)
Mmh. Yeah. I keep meaning to roleplay with Tanya, but i was reading and now I have homework, which I'm meant to be doing but I'm too tired to stay on task today.
(Fascinating, watching the effects of tiredness on myself. I feel fine, but I can't communicate as effectively and I can't motivate myself.
This was a good idea, actually. Now I know what to talk about when persuading people to go to sleep.
Also, thank you, Silente, for being authoritative and a) teaching me how to do and and b) "Authority is an illusion" - The Stormlight Archive. It's interesting to watch authority to kind of test the point, y'know?
Storms. I am all over the place today.
What happened in '68?
@Trip: I love the usage of the word 'fabulous' for homosexual. Lots of lovely positive connotations to counteract the negative connotations that come with homosexual-words ebing used as insults. :)
I'd consider switching the word 'gay' to 'fabulous' in my vocabularly entirely, but it would only befuddle people.
Bethany: ... What do you mean by mischief?
Social reform.
*his eyes suddenly revert to a thousand yard stare* So much social reform.
I've seen political movements you wouldn't believe.
*permanently
(Yeah, Star. You could never shout fabulous as an insult, could you?)
Remember, I have about 17,000 years worth of memory shoved in this head. *she taps her blue hair* There isn't much that I wouldn't believe.
(I do not think that authority is an illusion.)
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