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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Mar 23, 2019 15:47:56 GMT -5
(I may reply tonight or it may be the morning)
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Post by shades on Mar 23, 2019 18:54:12 GMT -5
I finished one character on the page. I'm still thinking of the other character. I'll get him done soon. --))
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Mar 24, 2019 2:50:47 GMT -5
(Shades can I just say I love your character. Your writing is great, too I will definitely get something up today! I know I keep promising that but I mean it this time XD)
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Post by shades on Mar 24, 2019 13:56:09 GMT -5
I honestly just took an old child character and remade him with old writings. <_< The other character I gotta completely make.--))
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Mar 24, 2019 15:05:49 GMT -5
JUST A FRIENDLY NOTICE FOR EVERYONE
Hi! I'm going to be focusing on revision between now and June because of my exams and have announced a hiatus. However, this is the one rp I would definitely like to continue, especially as I feel like you guys would be more chill about my lack of activity since I won't be around too often.
I will not get a reply up today (sorry!) but I will get one up as soon as possible.
As of right now, I do definitely intend to keep roleplaying on this thread but obviously those circumstances might change as my exams start. If that happens, I'll be sure to let you know.
Thanks!
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Post by πππππππ on Mar 24, 2019 19:44:45 GMT -5
Shades - Heβs still pretty cool! ^^ Iβm looking forward to seeing him interacting with Roan, sheβd definitely feel a strong drive to take care of him and theyβre both big extroverts who I can see bouncing off each other a lot.
Pallas - Good luck with exams/exam revision then!! And definitely donβt stress out about getting replies done, you have time when you have it.
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Bisexual
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Kpop isn't a choice, it's a lifestyle
Pronouns: She/Her/Demon Mom
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Post by γͺγγ§η§ on Mar 24, 2019 19:58:06 GMT -5
(Hey can I add an alien species or...)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Apr 5, 2019 4:24:31 GMT -5
Gosh Iβm so sorry I never replied here! Itβs been busy haha
I hope to get something up within the next few days)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Apr 7, 2019 16:41:14 GMT -5
(Disclaimer XD Iβm tired and this is done on mobile so it may be short and full of typos)
Natsumi looked up as a familiar figure approached her, giving a warm smile. It was Roan, which was a coincidence since sheβd just been thinking about her and working with her that day. Well, perhaps it couldnβt be called a coincidence since there were very few people actually on the ship and so her chances of the approaching person being Roan werenβt exactly astronomical.
βHey,β Natsumi responded politely
Roan asked Natsumi if she could sit with her, and the young Japanese girl nodded without hesitation, gesturing with a small smile at one of the seats, inviting the captain to sit.
The nineteen-year-old was an introvert, but she wouldnβt object to some company with breakfast. She had no issue with Roan, they always seemed to have interesting conversations, perhaps less superficial than the ones other occupants of the ship might have with one another.
βOh, hai, it was beautiful,β the woman nodded βit does make you wonder about Earth. I bet it was beautiful. I miss Earth sometimes, which is dumb because I donβt remember it.β
Japan was called the βland of the rising sunβ, she knew. Perhaps the sunrises were better there than anywhere else on Earth. It was frustrating. Natsumi remembered all of the books she had read, the general trivia she knew, but she has no concrete memories of where she had come from. Not even the dimmest memory, like what the air smelled like in Japan, or how rivers looked winding through valleys. She couldnβt remember her family or what her favourite food was or where sheβd went to school, if sheβd had a sibling, if sheβd had a boyfriend.
Natsumi looked and noticed a little stain of food on her sleeve, giving a frustrated exclamation of βchikushΕ!β before carefully wiping it off so it didnβt stain.
βAnyway, Iβm with you today, yes? Doing maintenance or something like this. Thatβll be nice, I shall get more done with you than I would the Frenchman or the Finn,β she said with a nod towards the pair βtheyβre great and everything but I think they might be hungover.β
Or, more accurately, Emile was hungover. Ansa looked a little bit better than him, but the Japanese girl was willing to bet the woman was hiding a headache.
βSo, do you have any thoughts on where you would like to start with it?β Natsumi asked before adding βonce weβve both eaten and everything, of course.β
She was more than happy to go with anything Roan night suggest because she didnβt have any specific thoughts right now. She could probably think of some good places to start if necessary, but the Captain should get her choice first.
Vocab
Hai/γ―γ: Yes (Japanese) chikushΕ/γ‘γγγγ: Oh shit/damn/hell (Japanese)
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Post by πππππππ on Apr 12, 2019 20:29:02 GMT -5
Should get a reply up tonight, sorry for the wait!
(Well, tonight my timezone. So tomorrow morning America time?)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Apr 13, 2019 2:38:10 GMT -5
Donβt even worry, I had you waiting for so long)
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Post by πππππππ on Apr 13, 2019 6:46:02 GMT -5
Roan de Loughrey - The mess hallRoan took the seat Natsumi had gestured to, leaning forward slightly so her deep red curls fell over her shoulder. βNo, it isnβt dumb at all! I miss it too. Itβs... strange, for sure, missing a place that we donβt remember, but... home is home, right?β She locked eyes with Natsumi, wondering what sort of home she was trying to remember. She knew the woman was from Japan, and she had a smattering of facts about the place in her memory that the cryosleep hadnβt stolen away from her, but she had no idea how much Natsumi herself must still know. What facts were still locked away in her head that tantilised her with a home she couldnβt remember? Had they ever crossed paths there, never knowing that some day theyβd be eating breakfast together in a broken ship, on an alien planet, wondering if theyβd still be alive in a year?
Roan didnβt want to think about where she could have been going next, after that imaginary meeting they might have had a century ago. She always got this sense when she tried to think about her life on Earth that there was something she didnβt want to remember - some trauma that left a permanent mark on her head that cryosleep couldnβt erase, even though it could make her forget what actaully happened.
When she let herself, she wondered what exactly it could be. Some recent heartbreak? Some accident, or a death of someone she cared about? Any of those could be right - maybe, she thought with a shiver, some combination of them somehow. But she also felt like there should be more to it than that - that there was a guilt locked away in her head that signalled it was somehow her fault.
But she tried not to think about it, not until it got to the silent hours of the night when the shadows were crowding and there was no one to chase them away. Then she gave in, but every other second, she couldnβt afford to be distracted by the scars of a past life, or the beauties of one - she had plenty of lives right here who needed her head on her shoulders, not in the past.
βYouβre right, enough reminiscing. Yeah, Iβm with you!β She glanced over to Ansa and Emily, hiding a smile behind her hand. βIβm glad they enjoyed themselves last night, heaven knows we all need it, but theyβll be struggling through today.β
She took another bite of her breakfast to buy her some time to think, the meal nearly done by now. βWell, itβd be great to finally take a stab at the engine rooms - weβve been meaning to get the issue with the rerouted power sorted out for days, the lights have been flickering like crazy since the earthquake damaged something down there.β The lights overhead flickered a little ominously, as if to demonstrate her point. βBut thereβs also the storage room in the bottom of the ship - we still havenβt finished clearing out supplies from down there, something to help out with the coming winter would be amazing.
Iβll make sure to get a team on both of those issues soon, but I think we could handle either of them today. Is there one of them youβd rather we do?β (I figured the storage room might be where Allen is, so we could have them go and discover him, and the earthquake might even explain how heβs finally woken up somehow if something was dislodged. But I also know you guys might still be wanting Ansa and Emile to find him, so we could also find something else interesting in the engine room - I have an idea for something that could work, but Iβm open to anything!)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Apr 13, 2019 7:44:14 GMT -5
(I think weβre gonna have Ansa and Emile go exploring like outside or something, so they wonβt find him, but any other characters could for sure explore the engine room if they want. It totally depends on what tenny says in terms of that and where Allen is x Iβm hoping to reply later)
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Post by shades on Apr 13, 2019 8:02:26 GMT -5
I'm still here but I've been waiting to hear from Tenny if my character is ok and I gotta complete my other one. ]
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Apr 13, 2019 8:16:55 GMT -5
(Yeah, I get you. If it helps at all he looks good to me so heβll probs be acceptedΒ£
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Post by shades on Apr 13, 2019 12:46:59 GMT -5
okay. I'll start something for the lil guy and finish up Leo today. ]
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Post by shades on Apr 14, 2019 20:26:34 GMT -5
[-smacks head against wall- why. can't. i. write. good. anymore.] He could have snatched the sugar if he hadnβt been obliged not to steal, stifle his instincts to make the bland oatmeal sweet; and force himself to reach out and grab the sugar from the shelf while the others backs were turned. He would of been as fast as a striking snake, and only the memory of his mother snapping βHands!β at him half a hundred times a day made him master the reflex and ignore the sugar like the rest of the Andromeda members.
Nixon would deny it at gunpoint, but he really, really missed his mother.
It sort of started when they all woke up from the βgajillion years where they have a nannaβsβ as Nixon called it and began to regulate into something of a life for themselves. Nixon realises he wishes his mother was with him when heβs given a room by himself: no nagginβ blonde birth-giver to remind him when to bath, eat, and go to bedβhe remembers a parent always tells a child what to do, and heβs not a child anymore.
Instead, heβs greeted with chores and the expectations to be like the others: adult-like. survive.
And he does; he follows the rest of the Andromedaβs crew in daily routine. However, there are moments when heβs balancing precariously at the very edge of a high shelf that reminded him of the rocky cliffs of home, peering over the edge curiously at the ship below him. Anyone would have a heart attack as he turned, arms pinwheeling and a loud list of expletives a thirteen-year-old should not know escaping his lips. He doesnβt fall; but resumes his childish explorations of all the nooks and crannies the ship had to offer in his down time.
Or one task takes a hundred and thirty-six questions, when all he was suppose to do was wash the tables.
Sometimes he finds a book to read, only to realise itβs in one of the many native languages of the others aboard the ship. He tosses it with an aggravated groan, falling into his bed.
Then there is the child: someone who wanders out at night to see if anyone is awake after a washed out nightmare and too close memories of his mother always being there, a kid who realises heβs the youngest and the only betrayal to his fear is a shaky breath before a steady voice.
Instead of stealing the sugar, with shoulders slumped, Nixon grabs his portion of oatmeal and a can of soda; nobody tells him he canβt caffeine this early, they all have soda cans with their meal. Curly strands of hair is sticking up in a nasty ratβs nest that needs de-tangled with time and patience a thirteen year old does not have with a comb and brush, blue eyes lidded with the remaining dregs of sleep, and freckles smothered across his young face. He slowly sits at one of the occupied tables next to Roan and Natsumi. His greeting was a heavily accented βGβmorninβ,β scooping the oatmeal with a wrinkled nose and whine as he ate; barely listening to the conversation next to him.
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Apr 16, 2019 11:28:47 GMT -5
[Shades, you're doing great!
Sorry guys, I forgot I was due to reply, I should be able to get a reply in within the next couple of days]
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Post by shades on Apr 18, 2019 8:42:46 GMT -5
I'm still here. Just a chilling. ]
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