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Post by sømnølentScatterbrain on Feb 5, 2014 23:19:44 GMT -5
CSS: Gal wi∅h red gla∅ses. CSS: Cømple∅ely white. CSS: Rig∅t nøw, I am prøbably l∅øking like a Prøs∅itian w∅h løng hair. CSS: Øh G∅ddess,∅dø I løøk ridiculøu∅right nøw. CSS: If there's∅møre peøple fittin∅ that descriptiøn, try feeli∅g the skin. CSS: Shøuld ∅e hard and ∅d. CSS: And thanks ∅r the quick reply. CSS: Nøw, hie,∅and plea∅e a∅sure my life∅s safety.
Yøu døn't møve an inch, staring vigøurø∅sly at the screen, fearing that if yøu leave, sømeøne might need tø cøntact yøu tø be∅able tø save yøu, thus yøur absence døøming yøur dreamself, which wøuld løwer yøur survival c∅ances drastically. Yøu døn't even blink. Blink and you’re∅dead. Don’t turn your back. Don’t look away. And don’t blink∅
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Post by vengefulGuardian on Feb 9, 2014 14:46:23 GMT -5
==>Answer
CVG: Alright. CVG: Stay online in case I need to quickly warn you.
You step away from the computer, leaving it logged in and moving to the bed. You eye it distastefully- apparently, the previous owner of this room had a fascination with small animals, as the bedsheet would suggest- but there's nothing to it. You plop down onto the bed, curl up, and-
==> Dream.
Waking up, you're in your room. You're not sure where else you would be, to be perfectly honest. Of -course- you're on Derse. You've been here all along, in your nice comfy bed, napping. You're not certain why you thought you weren't. Though you feel like there's something you should be doing... What was it? Feh. You can't remember, it musn't be important. Floating out of your tower, you just idly float around a while.
==> Check on the shiny one, darn you!
Huh? Oh, right, that's what you were doing, you were checking if there was a Prospitian. You're not sure why there would be, or why you felt it was necessary, but none the less, you fleat around in a significantly -less- idle manner, checking the towers. And... Oh hey. That's a prospitian. What's she doing here?
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Post by sømnølentScatterbrain on Feb 9, 2014 23:10:48 GMT -5
==-> Dø nøt Blink.
Yøur eyes are starting tø hurt, even t∅øugh yøu're sequentially øpening øne whilst cløsing the øther. Then yøu hear søme fragile material, møst prøbably søme kitchen stuff, hitting what yøu assume tø be the fløør, and scattering in a røøm nearby. It startles∅yøu, this much actually, that yøu blink. Hey, yøu're nøt dead yet. Yøu're in a much wørse situatiøn. Yøu have tø chøøse. E∅ther, yøu investigate what has happened, and, if there's∅anøther living being which cøuld have caused it, inquire it's status tøwards yøu, but by that, risking death by disinførmatiøn∅ ør yøu cøuld stay here, safely behølding the screen, risking an evil, where evil is defined as harmful tøwards yøu, being is røaming relatively free, in yøur current living area. Zøøks! What tø dø nøw? Yøu hear steps. They're in yøur directiøn. Yøu quickly løcate the key tø yøur røøm's døør. ∅he steps seem bipedal. Yøu have tø chøøse nøw. Cøntact, ør cømputer. They're getting cløser. Løck the døør, ør nøt. Yøu just ∅annøt decide. Yøu take a peak øutside, which is exactly when a hand bløcks the døør, restricting yøur pøssibility tø cløse it right nøw.
???: Snowflake, dinner is ready. ???: And it would happen accident less, if you had come to help me. ???: What have you been doing all that time?
The døør øpens further, revealing an adult wøman, in a rather strict attire. Sh∅ løøks a little like kindergarten teacher, but the kind that hates children. Yøu wønder what she's døing in yøur høuse. An∅ 'Høney'? Whø even says that tø peøple. She løøks at yøu, frøm tøp tø bøttøm, almøst analyzing yøur entire structure. Her brøws shøwed dissapøintment.
???: Haven't we been through this phase already, darling? ???: I thought you had cosplays behind you. ???: What have I done wrong this time?
Her facial expressiøn seemed mør∅ tø say, 'what have yøu døne wrøng again'. And cøsplay's? Yøu haven't døne them før... ever. Ante-SBURB, and even a while møre. Nøw øu had yøur casual Labcøat, søwn frøm the skin øf søme weird kind øf mønster. Yøu li∅ed it. A mør∅ pressing matter thøugh, was her identity.
SØMNIA: Wh∅ ∅re yøu? ???: Somnia, my dear, we've gone through this already. ???: I'm not going to let you disown me. ???: And that's no way to talk to your mother, my Snowflake. MOM: And stop this mumbling. MOM: Now, could you sit down for a second. MOM: Your braid has undone itself again. MOM: For Seuss' sake, you're a disaster.
Was this wøman mad?! Yøur møther, øk, that yøu cøuld bel∅ve, but braiding yøur hair, that was tøø much. And mu∅bling? Yøu were nøt mumbling were yøu? Maybe a little... But it ∅till makes yøu a little angry that she just steps intø yøur røøm, withøut regards tø yøur privacy, and criticizes yøu. She starts tø get høld øf yøur hair, tø start braiding, but yøu evade tø the side.
MOM: Oh, your little games again, Honey? MOM: Two can play this game, Lord Seuss be my witness. MOM: I can be passive-aggressive too. SØMNIA: Just let gø øf ∅e Ma'am, and the ∅ames s∅all end. MOM: Let go of you Snowflake? MOM: You'd melt right away. MOM: Praise the Seuss he gave you me, you'd wither right away if it wasn't for help.
She jumped at yøu, nearly getting høld øf yøu, yøu ønly slightly sliding away frø∅ her grasp. She løøked a little surprised, prøbably because her little 'Snøwflake', ugh, yø∅ already hate that nic∅name, isn't as submissive as she wøuld like her tø.
MOM: Young lady! MOM: Stop this bothersome doing of yours this instant. SØMNIA: It seems yøu'd h∅ve tø støp me yøurself. SØMNIA: Ør as øth∅r wøuld have said, øver m∅∅grave.
Her fa∅e shøwed shøck, but her pøsture seemed møre t∅at øf a predatør nearing its prey. She gøt cløser, and cømpøsed herself a litte, talking with care ønce again.
MOM: Darling, please, I'm giving you a chance again. MOM: Be a good lady, and prepare yourself for a proper dinner. MOM: Seuss be my judge, I'm only going for what's best for you. SØMNIA: I'll stand by my wørd. SØMNIA: Avaunt, yøu viragø!
If yøu read her bødy language cørrectly she'll jump in, 3... ∅... 1... Yeah, ∅øu døve under her, fleeing the røøm. This unførtnately alsø meant that yøu løst sight øf the cømputer screen. She's turned arøund already, but yøu cløse the døør behind yøu, and run. Yøu døn't løck it thøugh, because yøu still want tø return. Yøu run thrøugh the cørridør, and get the right døør øpen, cløsing it just as yøu hear yøur røøm∅s øpen. Øh Gøddess, the air∅here is dense. Yøu're prøbably nøt gøing tø be able tø run mu∅h lønger. Yøu gøt intø a living røøm, and turned ∅øur head arøund in search før a hiding place. Yøu must have taken a wrøng røøm, as it seems the ønly visible hiding places are behind the curtain, which is always a bad hiding place, under the cøuch, which∅seems the best øptiøn, and in the wardrøbe, which wøuld be a gøød idea if it wasn't fø∅ the lack øf øther hiding places, making it the ønly place where øne has tø check. Yøu rather døn't believ yøu cøuld get her again, with the same trick, which leaves øne øther øptiøn. A trap. ∅øu løøk arøund før what y∅u have in this røøm. It seems she had undergøne such situatiøns møre frequently, ∅ecause there's little yøu∅cøuld trap her with in this røøm. Yøur føreplayer must have been tired øf her antics many times tøø. Yøu decide øn he usual blanket trick, which basically means yøu just rip øf the curtains tø get her attentiøn, and when she øpens the døør, y∅u thrøw them øn tøp øf her. Nøt the best øf yøur bag øf tri∅ks, but it shøuld get the jøb døne, and yøu're limited in materials. Yøu prøceed by the plan, and søøn yøu find yøurself øn the øther side øf the døør, and førtunately øn the øther side øf the vixen tøø. Yøu hurry tø yøur r∅øm, this time having a clear decisiøn surfacing in yøur mind. Yøu hear a scream øf 'LADY, THIS TIME YOU'VE GONE TO FAR! EVEN A SEUSS FEARING MOTHER, SUCH AS ME, HAS ONLY THIS MUCH PATIENCE!' and quickly løck∅the døør. Yøu get up tø the c∅mputer.
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Post by vengefulGuardian on Feb 14, 2014 7:11:35 GMT -5
==> Do something about it!
Like what, exactly? You glance out the window, wondering if you could move her without being seen... Then again, you're not sure that you're strong enough to lift her, and besides, where in Skaia's name would you take her? You think for a good, long moment, trying to decide what to do. You sit down next to her, and start poking her face. Poke. Poke poke poke. "Wake uuuuuup!" You continue poking the prospitian girl, trying your best to wake her up.
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Post by sømnølentScatterbrain on Mar 2, 2014 18:41:44 GMT -5
===> ØBEY!
Still nø update frøm yøur pals. Yøu høpe nøthing bad happened øn the way tø yøur bødy. Før nøw yøu have prøblems øf yøur øwn thøugh. Yøu hear nigh uncømpøsed steps frøm øutside, nearing yøur røøm. There is a shørt støp exactly at the døør, and then there's three thumps against the døør. A shørt pause. A thump and three knøcks. Again a støp. What was she gøing at? A single knøck was tø be heard. Pause. A thump, a knøck, and twø thumps against the døør. That's prøbably all the message she needs. Nø way!... Wait møre knøcks? Five øf them. She's angry. As if I didn't knøw that. Still, nø way yøu'll ever dø that. Yøu turn yøur head øver tø the cømputer.
MOM: Sweetie, Unlock the door.
Yøu trun tø the døør. The key is in yøur pøcket, yøu quickly fish it øut. Wait! What are yøu døing. Yøu stay sitting. Well, yøu try. Yøur whøle bødy is vibrating with energy. Yøu can't stay put. Yøu jump up frøm yøur chair, but manage tø grab the bed. Yøu høld øntø it før yøur dear life, seeing as yøur fingers, øne by øne, peel themselves øff the bar. Yøu thrøw the key øver tø the øther side øf the røøm. Yøur bødy sløwly raises, yøu resisting it with every ønce øf yøur willpøwer. Yøu manage tø thrøw yøurself øntø the bed again.
MOM: What is taking you so long? Open it, this instant!
Yøu bødy thrøws itself øff the bed, sending yøu spiining tøwards the øther side øf the røøm. Yøur hand invøluntarily grabs the key, and yøur bødy stands up. Yøu shøøt øut tøwards the døør, key first putting it intø the keyhøle. Nø! Døn't let her win! Yøu're nøt gøing tø turn it arøund. Nøøøø! Yøu rip yøur hand øff the key and set yøurself a few steps back. Yøu hear a gasp frøm øutside the røøm. Yøu hear søme øther wørds being spøken. Irresistible wørds. But yøu're nø lønger identifying their meaning. Yøu have a strange feeling. Sømething is tugging at yøu, but the directiøns seems øff. If yøu'd have tø guess, it wøuld prøbably be... turnways? Yøur bødy falls tø the grøund, uncønsciøus.
===> Wake.
Øh my Gøddess, where are yøu?! Yøu jump øff yøur bed, and turn yøur head arøund. A feeling øf warmness enters yøur heart as yøu see the purple walls øf Derse. Then yøu løøk døwn øn yøurself. Purple pajama, Check. That seems nørmal. Weird mutant white cøløred bødy cølør. Check. That's there tøø... Ezzøøks! Yøu're in a cønsiderably uncømførtable height øf excerments right nøw. Yøu trun arøund if there's any killer already in here. There is sømeøne, but adørned in the same kind øf pajamas as yøu. The persøn is løøking at yøu, møst prøbably surprised at yøur sudden rearrival in this place. Yøu sit døwn øn the edge øf yøur bed, and try tø remeber what brøught yøu here. New sessiøn før sure, what else? And why are yøu Prøspit cøløred øn Derse? Knøwing yøurself, yøu prøbably send sømeøne tø check øn yøurself after seeing sømething like this. Maybe that's the persøn. Yøu're asleep nøw, but yøu've been expecting this, which means yøu're prøbably safe in the real wørld and have spare time. Right nøw yøu shøuld prøbably get yøur ass up and gather inførmatiøn, find a safe place. Yøu stand up and walk up tø what seems tø be a human female. Yøur sight is still a little fuzzy thøugh, sø yøu're nøt really sure. Øh, wait, a memøry. If it's right this shøuld be Dia, yøu called før her beføre... sømething... happened... and yøu fell asleep.
SØMNIA: G'day... Dia, a∅ I right? SØMNIA: Well... SØMNIA: What e∅actly is happening? SØMNIA: Why am I sø? SØMNIA: D∅ yøu have any place in mind I cøuld s∅y at? SØMNIA: I'd prøba∅ly be even satisfied with ønly øn∅ answer.
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Post by iD/sR/sT on Mar 2, 2014 18:49:07 GMT -5
==> Be the other guy Technically you are not a guy. In fact your species has no gender. Gender is completely unnecessary. Your species does have romance, but that's only for fun.
==> Describe your self. You are Vince, a Vyon. You are approximately half a cycle old. You are also the first Vyon on this planet, Gerbera! Unfortunately this has attracted a lot of attention to you, not all of it good. You are also one of the few growers, members of your species with the unique ability to manipulate plant growth. All members of your species have this ability, but growers can use it to a much greater extent. Unfortunately, this has also attracted a lot of attention. You also play the harp, however this isn't of much significance. What will you do?
==> How long is a cycle? That's not a command. Disregarding this fact, what unit would you like?
==> Convert cycles to years Your species doesn't really use years. Sebviri use them due to their significantly shorter lifespan. You do know that one cycle is equal to one hundred years. So you would be fifty years old.
==> Get to the computer. You go to your computer. You discovered this in some nearby ruins. It required some fixing, but fortunately you learned some technological stuff from Sebviri. You also intercepted some signals coming from a nearby planet. You studied these signals and downloaded some data from them. To be specific you downloaded three things. SBURB Client, SBURB Server, and pesterchum. Pesterchum appears to be a communication program. You're not really sure what the SBURB stuff is. Haven't tried it out yet.
==> Gather data on the planet Already done. Looks like a species called humans dwell there. They have a lifespan similar to Sebviri and their planet is called Ohmesraht. Looks like they already know your planet exists and are planning an expedition to Gerbera. They don't know Vyon and Sebviri exist on Lotus, however they do suspect a sentient species lives on Gerbera.
==> Describe Lotus Your species and Sebviri's home planet.
==> Check out a memo There are a few memos on here. You read through a bunch of them. Most are pretty boring, except for one that seems a bit odd. Looks like whatever this SBURB stuff is, it's pretty weird. The memo is on board (UN)HAPPY EVER AFTER.
==> Post something You're not invited to the memo. You'll have to get someone to invite you.
==> Get invitation Egh, screw it. You'll do it later.
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Post by iD/sR/sT on Mar 7, 2014 21:02:53 GMT -5
==> Attempt to grow yourself. While this is possible, it's also a bad idea because you can't ungrow things. There's only been one grower in the history of ever who's accomplished ungrowing things.
==> Forget it. Explore your house. You wouldn't quite be exploring it due to your familiarity with it. Regardless, you recognize the fact that you're hungry and head to the kitchen.
==> Make food. What food?
==> Fried Eggs That would require an oven, which you are quite certainly never going to get in a million years. You have no idea who thought ovens were a good idea. Because they're not.
==> Eat a pepper You clearly have no idea what you're talking about. Not only do you have no mouth, that also contains capsaicin. You get out some honey and eat it. You then captchalogue the honey.
==> Explain how you eat with no mouth You simply absorb it through your roots. Your roots are a part that extend out from where your mouth would be.
==> Look outside Looks like the Sebviri are collecting material again. Better make sure you have enough.
==> Make sure You head to your garden to see that you have over ten times more than required. Just gotta make sure you harvest it. Technically not necessary but it's generally considered that you should do it.
==> Harvest You grow plants into a position that grabs the material and then make the plants rip out the material. Another aspect of being a grower is that you can control mobile plants.
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Post by vengefulGuardian on Mar 13, 2014 6:02:57 GMT -5
==> Be startled. Now why would you be startled? You watch the other girl examine her, before she sits on her bed, and rub the back of your head a little.
NITA: My name's Nita, actually. NITA: Dia's close enough, though. NITA: Okay, so to try to answer you questions.. NITA: I have -no clue- what's going on. Or why you are the wrong color. NITA: Which I'm pretty sure is a dangerous thing, so I was thinking maybe we could hide you in my tower, I guess? NITA: I dunno, I don't think I thought this through enough.
You're kinda embarrassed to admit that. You're -sure- that you're supposed to think things through properly- you have a vague feeling that you normally do so, even- but then again, jumping into things is much more efficient!
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Post by sømnølentScatterbrain on Mar 16, 2014 18:55:45 GMT -5
===> Cønfabulate.
SØMNIA: Økay. SØMNIA: Whi∅h øne wøuld yø∅ prefer tø b∅ called by? SØMNIA: Dia is øne I'∅ møre likely tø remember, it's∅in yøur chumhandle, but Nit∅ seems shørt enøugh. SØMNIA: Yøur chø∅ce. SØMNIA: Øh... And... Thanks f∅r cøming.
Yøu smile with yøur last wørds. She cø∅ld have been møre help, but was help nønetheless. Nøw yøu prøbably have tø find sømething tø disguise with. Actually.
SØMNIA: Actually, d∅ yøu have any disguise øn hand? SØMNIA: Fullbødy cø∅er? SØMNIA: Pre∅erably unsuspiciøus.
Yøu begin røumaging thrøugh the røøm yøu're in. There has tø ∅e sømething in here yøu cøuld cøver in. Maybe yøu c∅uld gø rølled intø a carpet? Yøu wøuldn't even be much øf a weight før Dia, levitating. ∅ell, but when has anyøne∅here seen a princess carrying arøund a carpet. This wøuld prøbably be suspiciøus. Øn the øther hand, when had anyøne seen any princes∅ øn this Derse. It wøuldn't be anything møre øut øf the nørmal. But yøu wøuld be∅trunsting yøurself tø this gal, yøu ønly met øn the internet. If she's a killer, yøu're dead. Øn the øther hand, she hasn't yet killed y∅u. Cøuld she have? Cøuld she have withøut løøsing reputatiøn? Yeah, prøbably yes tø the latter. It's Derse after a∅l. The førmer thøugh? She cøuld have, yet just wøke yøu up. Yøu can prøbably trust her før nøw.
SØMNIA: Søø... Is there any Dersite, ∅hø døesn't hate Prøspitians? SØMNIA: I believe yøur tøwer ∅øuldn't be any safer than mine∅ the møre after I vanish. SØMNIA: They'd be searching, and the tøwers are prøbably the first place they'd løøk. SØMNIA: I actua∅ly can't believe I'm prøpøsing this, but ∅øesn't Jack just hate everyøne equally? SØMNIA: I'd prøbably have tø cøntact him søøner ør later a∅yway, he's the main figure øf the anti-røyalists. SØMNIA: The røyals wøn't kill them∅elves, yøu always have tø dø everything før them. SØMNIA: I'd nee∅ tø have a base øf øpera∅iøn thøugh. SØMNIA: Beføre I cø∅vince Jack tø myself. SØMNIA: Ør... SØMNIA: Pai∅t! SØMNIA: We need tø get tø t∅e die støre. SØMNIA: The cømmøn De∅site isn't smart enøugh tø ∅ecøgnize a cøløured Prøspitian. SØMNIA: ∅n the wørst ca∅e, I'd just have tø press sømeøne intø silence.
Yøu løøk up, tø the girl in frønt ø∅ yøu, Nita/Dia. She's just standing there før nøw. Wait, yøu've døn∅ it again, haven't yøu? It's a bad habit.
SØMNIA: Sørry før m∅nøløguing. It cømes with ∅he lab cøat. SØMNIA: Sø, what dø ∅øu think?
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Post by iD/sR/sT on Mar 30, 2014 1:29:20 GMT -5
==> ==> You finish the stuff with harvesting and stuff. You decide to go check on your friends. On Gerbera and Lotus, Vyon's communicate via plants that can send signals to each others. This method doesn't work for Sebviri, they instead have a, sort of, "hive-mind". Only sort of because it only works with sharing information. Although there have been attempts to make it work with Vyon plants, it's generally considered a lost cause. Now that you're done with exposition, you begin talking to your friend. Vince: Hey Base! Vince: Been dropping it lately? Base: ey Base: you made that joke like fiddy times already Vince: Egh. Vince: What's up? Base: not much Base: bored Vince: Wanna come over later? Base: ye Vince: Yea ok. Vince: Have you given the computer to Gaff? Base: ye Vince: Is Gaff available today? Base: ye Vince: Ok, if he's okay with it, then bring him over here too. Base: k Vince: Alright. Vince: See you later! Base: cya
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Post by iD/sR/sT on Apr 7, 2014 15:05:24 GMT -5
==> Check out Sburb Alright. So you can run either Sburb Client or Sburb Server. Hmm... Which one shall you do?
==> Sburb Server Alright. You install Sburb Server and... What the fuck is this?
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Post by iD/sR/sT on Apr 18, 2014 1:59:05 GMT -5
==> ==> SBURB version 0.0.1 SKAIANET SYSTEMS INCORPORATED. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. SBURB server is running. Waiting for client to establish connection...
==> ==> Huh... You guess you'll just leave that around. Now what?
==> Be someone else
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Post by iD/sR/sT on May 8, 2014 0:52:04 GMT -5
==> Where did you get that Modus from anyway? Huh... You're not really sure. Probably some ruins or something. Anyways, back to being someone else.
==> ==>
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