|| ... you think it's over but it's ju§t begun||
Jan 10, 2011 18:32:06 GMT -5
Post by sadniss everdeen on Jan 10, 2011 18:32:06 GMT -5
Good evening, fine ladies and gentlemen! We sincerely apologize for the wait, but at long last we have reached the Piscatus Isles. From here we will assign you to your rooms with fellow passengers; we encourage you to meet and become friends with these roommates, for you will be seeing them fairly often for the next few days. The same rules still apply here as they did on the Plausible to ensure everybody a safe and enjoyable stay. Your assigned rooms are as posted below.
[OOC: Okay people. Because I'm amazing (and Cameron's a lazy bum), I'm posting up the thread today. We're finally off the boat, and here is the rooming:Amadi
Gabrielle
Qilena
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Lucan
Mayson
Greenuck
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Nil
Mahi
Yucca
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Datonec
Snip
Caspian
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Rebecca
Annalise
Davina
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Silver
Paisley
Nyx
Pais's mom
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Caoimhín
Sawyer
Jaeman
Pais's dad
This thread will be short. You RP your character getting off the boat, walking down the path towards the little cottages. Once there, you may post your first impressions, but this is not an all-person thread. Message your roommates, talk to them by postage here, whatever. This thread will split off into mini-threads, according to whoever you're rooming with. Again, WIP and filler posts are not allowed; we want to have some semblance of order and quality, yeah? You can do lengthy posts here, but I would advise to save the muse and ideas for your other, smaller threads. It's currently unknown how long the sub-threads will last, we will announce it later on in the plot.
TL;DR version:
Get off boat, walk through path to cottages.
Find roommates.
Create a new thread with roommates.
RP until time TBA.
Have fun!
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Gabrielle Bellamonte
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Paranoia - 4E9258 ------- Vampiric - E55B3C
~ Come, little one. I await you as a spider stalks within her web. ~
It's with a frenzied heart that you burst forth from the gloomy, humid hallways in the belly of the ship, away from the boy with the brightbright eyes and false memories and feral smiles. Each intake of breath makes your shoulders shake slightly, and you stoically try and ignore the way you shudder like a four year old child. Never have you felt such emotion in a short period of time, and looking along his handsome face makes you want to re-experience whatever half-truths lay within his words. When the cool evening air hits your face you barely notice the sting of misty salt, blinking back semi-felt crocodile tears that aren't perhaps completely in vain. People stare in the way that they stare back home, but refuse to comment on the fingers that tremble inconsolably by the gentle swell of your hips. Each conflicting emotion makes you want to stopfallbackretreat but you stubbornly hold your ground, gripping the railings in a tenacious hold and refusing eye contact with anybody that passes your frail form.[/color][/blockquote]
Slowly but surely each group has been created, and you can see the little niches if you watch with a critical eye. Your heart twinges with undue annoyance as you fall upon Amadi and the one who must be Qilena, close and bound and so very together. Forcing yourself away from the duo, you skip over the awning chasm that marks the entrance into the crepuscular depths of the ship's guts, feeling the thrum of your pulse from the mere thought. As you regain control over all aspects of yourself, there is the unmistakable roar of the vessel's engine churning to nothing more than a slow heave. Moment's later, a true sailor's voice reverberated across the deck.
"Ladies an' gentlemen! The time is 7: 38 in the evening, and the Plausible has found land! In the horizon you can see the distant lights of the Piscatus Isles, our final destination for t'day's trip. We'll be unloading shortly; gather yer things and thank you for a pleasant trip today." The seawoman in you grins as the boat begins a familiar rolling motion that signals its slowing, and you can't help yourself from bolting to the nearest rigging and hauling yourself up as would a nimble primate. All nine fingers grasp the rough ropes that feel so very comforting in your lithe hands, and soon enough you're well above deck level. You can't help the grin that cracks your face in half; through the stygian darkness and quiet whispering of the water appears a low, shadowed landmass speckled with scintillating pinpricks of off-white glow. From this height you can see everything - even the distant figures that await your entry.
Nestled comfortably in the coils of rope, you glance down at the people below. Sailors and butlers are now hustling people discreetly to their rooms to pick up things to be ready. Strangely, they all have a slightly uneasy look about them (what if they're hiding something? They have to be hiding something.) as each person is steered towards their respective cabins. Still, it's but a flash of thought, quickly overridden in the excitement presented to your young mind. Voices drift out from above, also speaking their minds. Faceless opinions in a sea of strangers.
Yucca Ephedra
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