This has nothing to do with Discworld, of course. I could have just as easily said Happy Star Wars Day. Man, have I really not used this musebox since my last birthday?
Well, it's that time again! You can request a character that I'm known to play and go with a gen or AU premise, and we'll see where the thread goes!
Well, it's that time again! You can request a character that I'm known to play and go with a gen or AU premise, and we'll see where the thread goes!
It's May 25th! That means my birthday, and that means an open log! Pick someone from my list here, or ask for a different character.
Human Julien - A short, stocky, sunny blue-haired boy, a Japanese-Caucasian mix who may or may not have bird eyes and other non-visible traits.
Harpy Julien - Like the above, but with a huge tail and birdy limbs. He's really tall, it's weird!
Bird Julien - A pigeon comparable in size to a small car. Don't pet him without permission.
Kaijulien - purely OC version of Julien with no connection to Yuuya, has some limited shapeshifting, is sometimes a white and blue harpy dragon.
Yuuya - Dashing, reckless pigeon spy about the size of an andean condor. Will probably respond to probing questions with blatant come-ons.
More, non espigeonage characters are certainly available but those are the ones I had time to write out before work.
Human Julien - A short, stocky, sunny blue-haired boy, a Japanese-Caucasian mix who may or may not have bird eyes and other non-visible traits.
Harpy Julien - Like the above, but with a huge tail and birdy limbs. He's really tall, it's weird!
Bird Julien - A pigeon comparable in size to a small car. Don't pet him without permission.
Kaijulien - purely OC version of Julien with no connection to Yuuya, has some limited shapeshifting, is sometimes a white and blue harpy dragon.
Yuuya - Dashing, reckless pigeon spy about the size of an andean condor. Will probably respond to probing questions with blatant come-ons.
More, non espigeonage characters are certainly available but those are the ones I had time to write out before work.
Sungrass's sails bell and her standards flap in the stellar winds. Tailrings flit and circle, perching sometimes on the masts or the railing or favored shoulders, snatching smaller creatures to clutch in their little hands and devour.
It would be the very picture of a fine space voyage if not for the patched and tattered sails, the repair crew prying boards from the aftercastle and taking them to the outer hull, and the ever-present sound of hammering. An experienced starfarer would know, too, that this many tailrings couldn't be supported so far from a port on plankton and random small fry alone; they would either need to be fed regularly, or devouring an infestation. The smell of mynocks and space barnacles being cooked up in the galley just confirms it. Sungrass, like most ships in the Rebel Alliance, is old and scarred and long overdue for a refitting, but she can still fly. The funds, when they're around, always end up going to something else.
Plourr Ilo is here. She isn't as big as the grim-looking Tunroth Xarcce, but she has a presence that makes her huge to the mind's eye. People look to her when the two or three ranking people on this ship aren't present.
She is dipping in and out of the aether prying up and hammering down boards damaged by mynocks and other parasites, secured with a rope harness whose other end is tied to a piece of rail that was more singed in battle than she realized. Or she's in the crow's nest with a telescope, scanning the cloudy nebulae and any nearby ships and wildlife. Or she and Xarcce have been sparring and both women then decided to lie down, and she's stirring. Plenty of things could be happening.
It would be the very picture of a fine space voyage if not for the patched and tattered sails, the repair crew prying boards from the aftercastle and taking them to the outer hull, and the ever-present sound of hammering. An experienced starfarer would know, too, that this many tailrings couldn't be supported so far from a port on plankton and random small fry alone; they would either need to be fed regularly, or devouring an infestation. The smell of mynocks and space barnacles being cooked up in the galley just confirms it. Sungrass, like most ships in the Rebel Alliance, is old and scarred and long overdue for a refitting, but she can still fly. The funds, when they're around, always end up going to something else.
Plourr Ilo is here. She isn't as big as the grim-looking Tunroth Xarcce, but she has a presence that makes her huge to the mind's eye. People look to her when the two or three ranking people on this ship aren't present.
She is dipping in and out of the aether prying up and hammering down boards damaged by mynocks and other parasites, secured with a rope harness whose other end is tied to a piece of rail that was more singed in battle than she realized. Or she's in the crow's nest with a telescope, scanning the cloudy nebulae and any nearby ships and wildlife. Or she and Xarcce have been sparring and both women then decided to lie down, and she's stirring. Plenty of things could be happening.
Time for an open RP post. Come!
Stiff after the long drive, Lisa rotated her head on her neck and stretched kinks out of her back on the walk to the little cafe where Arnold had wanted to meet her. It was bitterly cold, but she wasn't too bothered. She had her green wool jacket. Ethically sourced, it hardly bore saying, she knew something about everyone and everything involved from the sheep and alpaca to the young woman who'd applied the buttons, and tailored expertly to her frame. It had a certain military flare and while Lisa couldn't condone just about any military she knew well, she had to admit it looked good on her.
"Just a tall chai, please. 'Lisa' is fine." She found a stool, grateful this place was sleepy just now, and checked her designer watch. He might be caught up in a project, or just met an unusually large and fluffy dog. It'd hardly be the first time. She smiled with fond resignation, thinking back.
"Just a tall chai, please. 'Lisa' is fine." She found a stool, grateful this place was sleepy just now, and checked her designer watch. He might be caught up in a project, or just met an unusually large and fluffy dog. It'd hardly be the first time. She smiled with fond resignation, thinking back.
Julien had been feeling unwell for a couple of days. He'd spent all of yesterday in, doing nothing much but sleep and eat, feeling hungry almost constantly. Putting away the detritus left behind by that seemed unusually difficult. He had to leave some wrappers where they lay, and couldn't focus to cook, and that thing kept happening, where it was like he couldn't remember how to move his face, and somehow his resting expression was a Mona Lisa look.
He'd wanted to think he was just sick. It didn't happen much at all, his body wasn't used to it. But on some level, he knew. It was in the occasional paralysis of his face, and the thick warm feeling in his sternum, and the way both his hips clicked when he stood up.
So in a way it wasn't a surprise when he woke and that feeling was pressing out, hot and throbbing and painful, getting worse as he pressed his wing against his chest. It was a surprise when he tried to get up, and fell. He'd wanted, when he thought about this day coming, to do it alone, but he couldn't manage to heat water or pick athelas. It hurt. Eventually he couldn't take it. He had to call for help.
He'd wanted to think he was just sick. It didn't happen much at all, his body wasn't used to it. But on some level, he knew. It was in the occasional paralysis of his face, and the thick warm feeling in his sternum, and the way both his hips clicked when he stood up.
So in a way it wasn't a surprise when he woke and that feeling was pressing out, hot and throbbing and painful, getting worse as he pressed his wing against his chest. It was a surprise when he tried to get up, and fell. He'd wanted, when he thought about this day coming, to do it alone, but he couldn't manage to heat water or pick athelas. It hurt. Eventually he couldn't take it. He had to call for help.
"Congratulations! You are now the player avatar of a text adventure! You have full control of the setting and the environment! The only problem is, you have no control over your own actions! But don't worry, the people responding to you have all bought copies of it and are more than willing to guide you in the right direction! We hope."
> TRANSLATE INTO CLEARER LANGUAGE
So here's the deal: You devise a setting for a text adventure for your character to star in; the people replying to you get to input commands as to what your character actually DOES, and you show the results of said action. And possibly some snark in the process. You are not limited to the prompts given, but characters may or may not follow directions exactly.
Have fun!
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So this is a general RP post. Options include:
It's cold! Snuggle up with someone, even if it's awkward. Especially if it's awkward.
Someone has turned into an animal! Wow, that's embarrassing. But severely cute, too.
One or both characters has washed up on a beach! If both it's a place unknown to either and they should work together to find water and survive. If just one, it looks like the wash-ee may just be in someone else's world!
Stuck in a car/elevator/walk-in freezer! Either someone's outside hearing pounding and voices, or they're both there and have to break out!
Something right out of a fluff meme! Including but not limited to these options.
Something completely different! idk, man, do what you want!
It's cold! Snuggle up with someone, even if it's awkward. Especially if it's awkward.
Someone has turned into an animal! Wow, that's embarrassing. But severely cute, too.
One or both characters has washed up on a beach! If both it's a place unknown to either and they should work together to find water and survive. If just one, it looks like the wash-ee may just be in someone else's world!
Stuck in a car/elevator/walk-in freezer! Either someone's outside hearing pounding and voices, or they're both there and have to break out!
Something right out of a fluff meme! Including but not limited to these options.
Something completely different! idk, man, do what you want!
It's a general open beach meme. Is the weather perfect, or cold and sand-scoured with sharp wind? Are you surrounded by people and vendors or is this a desert isle? Do you have ice cream? Is that a poisonous jellyfish washing up? What are you wearing?
That, and all other details, are up to you!
General post for musebox things less planned than some of the previous. Man, it's been a year plus since the last one...
Over a year back I had kid!Luke, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sandwormie, in a game. I wrote up a request to canon update him, but never did. Still, I like some of the writing, so here it is.
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sandwormie, in a game. I wrote up a request to canon update him, but never did. Still, I like some of the writing, so here it is.( Read more... )
If I ever decide to pick up Vögelein, these bits from a partial app I wrote years back will help.
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Application for genderswapped John Raimi from Geist. Incomplete and I didn't get all the pronouns. Might have gone to ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
edensphere.
CHARACTER NAME: John Raimi
SERIES: Geist
( ES App )
edensphere.CHARACTER NAME: John Raimi
SERIES: Geist
( ES App )
Wake up, Luke. His dreams are uneasy, but Luke obeys Ben's voice and finds himself curled up on his side, mouth parched and dry, eyes aching. Hands shove at him, and there's the slightly raspy voice of the Princess Syayna, saying "We'll have to come back for him. Get, get!" before footsteps patter off. Seconds later many heavier footsteps pound through the same way she and whoever she'd been talking to went.
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This is an app I wrote for an au of Willhelmina Reilly/Green Knight (GK) from the Dinoverse series. It might have gone to edensphere.
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