Other Muse Academies
For planning, explicating, writing about, and/or role-playing in Muse Academies other than the one near Iceland where the GAPAs teach.
Date: April 19, 2008
Categories: Nonrandom Craziness, RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs, The Musiverse
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Logogeo96
in April 19th, 2008 @ 16:19First Post?
Thanks for the new thread GAPAs! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Couldn’t there be another RPG besides MUSE academy?! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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POSOC (4 CC points and 4 wung points in cardinal defense, 4 wung points in reserve)
in April 19th, 2008 @ 16:27OK, I’m sure there are a lot of people willing to talk about Muse Academy South, so I’m going to focus on Muse Academy Lunar.*
Muse Academy Lunar was founded in 2030, when it became clear that the children and young adults of the rapidly growing Moon colony could no longer remain without formal education. It was at that point that three Muses were delegated to each Academy. Chad, Urania and Pwt were the ones sent to the Moon. As well as various academics, the Muses teach the skills most necessary to the colonists- astronomical math (Urania), bioengineering (Pwt) and technology (Chad.)
Muse Academy Lunar is currently under construction. Only a few of the first floors are habitable at the moment, and most of the classes take place in cramped, overcrowded rooms. However, it is rapidly growing, and upon completion will be the tallest man-made structure in the universe, outstripping even the second Muse office.
*Which is not the only possible lunar Academy by any means, just the one that appears in the second volume of my Muse Schism epic.
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The Bookworm
in April 19th, 2008 @ 16:32Muse Academy South!
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Hypatia (3 menagerie points, 1 compass, 5 creativity ceylons, 1 perception pikelet)
in April 19th, 2008 @ 16:41Sdrawkcab Ymedaca Esum!
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POSOC (4 CC points and 4 wung points in cardinal defense, 4 wung points in reserve)
in April 19th, 2008 @ 17:003, 4- Elaborate, please. Or, as the case may be, etarobale.
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The Bookworm
in April 19th, 2008 @ 17:13Sdrawkcab Ymedaca Esum Ni Llorne Ot Ekil Dluow I!
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Hypatia (3 menagerie points, 1 compass, 5 creativity ceylons, 1 perception pikelet)
in April 19th, 2008 @ 17:29Tnemtimmoc gib a sti-6
Tsael eht yas ot, ecalp ddo. Ekal a ni noitcelfer s’Ymedaca Esum yllacisab si ti. -5
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The Man For Aeiou (10 Wung Points, Creativity Ceylon 31)(2 Temp Bday points)
in April 19th, 2008 @ 17:33Don’t forget Muse Academy West! I’m not sure where it is.
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Cat's Meow
in April 19th, 2008 @ 17:431 – I’m pretty sure there are already.
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Logogeo96
in April 19th, 2008 @ 17:44What odd language, code, or cipher is everyone speaking in?! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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POSOC (4 CC points and 4 wung points in cardinal defense, 4 wung points in reserve)
in April 19th, 2008 @ 17:46I dluow os! -6
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KaiYves
in April 19th, 2008 @ 17:576- Are you Zatanna of the Justice League by any chance? The magician who speaks all of her spells “sdrawkcab”?
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Hypatia (3 menagerie points, 1 compass, 5 creativity ceylons, 1 perception pikelet)
in April 19th, 2008 @ 18:006/11-Taerg!
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Kokonilly [10 spdzk points and 111 piepoints and 5 Punxsutawney points]
in April 19th, 2008 @ 19:29Olleh. I ekil SAM. Ro AM Ranul.
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Mrowkoob Eht
in April 19th, 2008 @ 20:45Tnemtimmoc htiw KO ma I.
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Mrowkoob Eht
in April 19th, 2008 @ 20:49Rekab, Ztnooc, Yelasl, Rotceps: era sesuoh eht.
Tsop Eleuod?
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The Guy Your Parents Warned You About
in April 19th, 2008 @ 21:23!sdrawkcab ymedaca esum ni em llorne yeH
?snepo sram ymedaca esum nehw wonk enoyna seoD
.0502 dnuora si sseug yM
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Logogeo96
in April 20th, 2008 @ 06:11AAAAAAAAA, SPEAK ENGLISH! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
9-Like what?
I didn’t see any others when I was on the RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs list! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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Hypatia (3 menagerie points, 1 compass, 5 creativity ceylons, 1 perception pikelet)
in April 20th, 2008 @ 09:13Msaisuhtne hcum os si ees ot dalg ma I.
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La Mort, La Vie, L'Amour
in April 20th, 2008 @ 09:30They are speaking English. Just backwards.
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Mrowkoob Eht
in April 20th, 2008 @ 10:02Pey!
Rekab ni ma I.
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Logogeo96
in April 20th, 2008 @ 10:4820- Ooooooooooooh! now I understand! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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Beavo
in April 20th, 2008 @ 10:54Isn’t two enough?
Apperently not.
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(Stniop Gnuw 61) Mrowkoob Eht
in April 20th, 2008 @ 11:55Hguone is ruof!!!
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Hypatia (3 menagerie points, 1 compass, 5 creativity ceylons, 1 perception pikelet)
in April 20th, 2008 @ 19:28Seimedaca Esum fo esodrevo na sa gniht hcus on si ereht.
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Í߀ƒ
in April 20th, 2008 @ 20:47*seerga* -52
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Hypatia (3 menagerie points, 1 compass, 5 creativity ceylons, 1 perception pikelet)
in April 21st, 2008 @ 16:14Noisiver ot nepo era yeht, lavorpasid ot tcejbus eb yeht dluohs tub, smret eht gnitpecca ruoy ni htiaf latot evah I, sre’MB eurt sa. Tcartnoc gniwollof eht revo kool esaelp, Sdrawkcab Ymedaca Esum elbatuper eht ne gnillorne ni detseretni lla ot.
Because of their being quintessential, I have chosen to print, for the benefit of those not yet familiar with the language of Sdrawkcab Ymedaca Esum, the following terms in Backwards Backwards language. For those of you who wish to obtain a copy in Sdrawkcab Ymedaca Esum language, please contact me directly, or better yet, translate it yourself as practice to help you attain the fluency level that will be necessary to make your sojourn at Sdrawkcab Yemdaca Esum really positively enjoyable.
Of course this has nothing to do with my utter indolence, how could you suggest such a thing?Terms
To be continued…
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Hypatia (3 menagerie points, 1 compass, 5 creativity ceylons, 1 perception pikelet)
in April 22nd, 2008 @ 16:08I feel lazy. So I am not posting the terms. Sorry. Maybe when my lethargism has passed.
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(Stniop On!) Mrowkoob Eht
in April 24th, 2008 @ 08:03Smret eht etirw yam I?
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Hypatia (3 menagerie points, 1 compass, 5 creativity ceylons, 1 perception pikelet)
in April 25th, 2008 @ 05:38Esruoc fo!
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(Stniop On!) Mrowkoob Eht
in April 25th, 2008 @ 08:43Terms for Sdrawkcab Ymedaca Esum:
1) Once you are there, everything must be spoken Backwards!
2) There are 4 Houses, and this is the Sorting Quiz:
What Sdrawkcab Ymedaca Esum House Are You In?Not For Musebloggers! If Mostly Harmless, hot pink bunnies, and pie wars mean anything to you, this quiz probably isn’t for you.
What do you enjoy most?
A: Science and Drawing
B: Silence and Vegetables
C: Art and the Mad Hatter
D: Ferocious Evil Animals and Reading
Which description best fits your personality?
A: “Cool”, but easily hateable. Loudmouthed, Stupid, Unimaginative (and definitely Obstinate!)
B: Slow (Lazy?), Quiet, Pessimistic.
C: Mean, Stupid,Uncreative, Hurtful.
D: Very Normal, Sane, Not Funny!
You see something odd, that you’ve never seen before. What’s the first thing you think to do?
A: Tell it to keep quiet!
B: Look Away from it, and leave it alone!
C: Draw a sketch of it, and keep it for just your eyes to see!
D: Write about it, and edit it killing a Not Pink Bunny!
Results
ABD-You are in YELSAL HOUSE, the house of our awful Lord Bunniless GZPZ, photoshopper awful, Napkin-Bunny-Breaker, and hater of art!
CAB-You are in ZTNOOC HOUSE, the house of our hated Last GZPZ, A&Q reader, and hater of science!
BDA-You are in RECAB HOUSE, the house of our awful Chinese GZPZ, Unfunny-Article-Reader, Tudor Silencist, and hater of cheese!
DCC-You are in ROTCEPS HOUSE, the house of our unremarkable Un-Helpful Criticism GZPZ, A&Q columnist, awful editor, and hater of english!
Those 2 Terms are it for now!
To be continued…
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POSOC, who urges you to attend the Museican Constitutional Convention
in April 25th, 2008 @ 17:3031- I think Muse Academy Backwards is not un-muserly, just differently muserly. It’s a reflection, not an inversion.
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(Stniop On!) Mrowkoob Eht
in April 26th, 2008 @ 08:3132-I’m sorry!
I was just reversing the Sorting Quiz!
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Lord Abracadee
in April 26th, 2008 @ 19:44Soon the time will come to found Muse Academy of Pio-mancy. But only when my identity is discovered. Then whoever guesses my identity first will become my first student!
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Hypatia
in April 28th, 2008 @ 17:24Terms cont.
Thou shalt uphold, along with the conditions of Mostly Harmless, the sacred conditions of SSelmrah Yltsom.KokO shall be loved as the great “Palendrome Muse”. Shiver ye mortals!
Thou shalt not, on any prompting or by indolence, give up thy commitment to backwards speech.
Thou shalt refrain from the usage of devices such as looking glasses to facilitate thy reading, relying, instead, on thy wit and profficiency.
Thou shalt throw eip and not pie on the grounds
Thou shalt bear in mind that these terms are the somewhat incomplete and poorly phrased compilation of a certain procrastinating person, and that they will probably (hopefully, rather) be revised by the somewhat more profficient. Further, that when they are, thou shalt obey the new terms, not distinguishing between them and the old.
Finally, thou shalt be a true Muser and retain the love of egdelwonk that distinguishes thee.
And most importantly, thou shalt be merry and eat tilkohc!
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The Bookworm (No points!)
in April 28th, 2008 @ 19:36You got that right!
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Aitapyh
in April 29th, 2008 @ 17:03Any one willing to enroll? I don’t consider the terms too strict. To show your enthusiasm, you need only change your name to its backward version when coming on this thread. And be happy and Ylresum.
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(Stniop On!) Mrowkoob Eht
in April 29th, 2008 @ 19:40I’m enrolled!
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Aitapyh
in April 29th, 2008 @ 20:5938-Huzzah! And welcome to the Academy…
To provide a few more details on its location: as I mentioned in a previous post, Sdrawkcab Ymedaca Esum is the reflection of Muse Academy. As I was constricted by my usage of backwards language, I didn’t have a chance to delve into this in depth. (Of course, I didn’t just say that, you must be imagining things, I am perfectly fluent in backwards language, what utter nonsense
). Therefore, its located in the body of water next to Muse Academy. Bit of a soggy place, bring your swimsuits!
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Cat's Meow
in April 29th, 2008 @ 21:2531 – That sounds like quite a pessimistic Academy.
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Aitapyh
in April 30th, 2008 @ 21:16*dons swimsuit* I’m off to dnetta Sdrawkcab Ymedaca Esum. Same transportation as ordinary MA students. Just hop in the water where you see a reflection.
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Hypatia and Nesubanebded
in May 12th, 2008 @ 05:16*enjoys self at Sdrawkcab Ymedaca Esum* *emerges soggy from vicinity* “You should all come!”
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(Stniop On!) Mrowkoob Eht
in May 12th, 2008 @ 19:21I’m here, Aitapyh! *Jumps Into Pool from MA and Emerges at SYE* “My, what a nice premises! It’s like MA, but … different…”
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POSOC & Smoleeon
in February 15th, 2009 @ 15:34I’d like to start a Muse Academy Lunar RPG. If anyone wishes to attend, please do. There is a little background in the second post, and more here.
HISTORY LESSON: In the early twenty-first century, Elizabeth Preston vanished and Muse was bought out by a deeply unpleasant man named Ronald Tardiff who proceeded to commercialize it. Diana Lutz, outraged, left with a large portion of the editors, and after a bitter legal battle, retained the rights to Urania, HPBs, and Muse contests. She set up a new magazine, Urania, with an office in Geneva, although it later moved to Beijing. Some Musers remained loyal to Muse, hoping to improve it and restore it to its former integrity; others were disgusted and left for Urania; and a few were fed up with the entire affair and formed a faction in Iceland, led by the GAPAs.
All three factions later perpetrated their own versions of Mostly Harmless and divided up the conquered world. The leader of Muse, now ruler of the Americas and Australia, was not satisfied with partial world domination and came up with a plot to take over Iceland and Urania. He was foiled by a group of courageous MuseBloggers who later united all three factions into a Republic, finally accomplishing the original goal of the Kokonspiracy. They were helped by nine genetically engineered Muses who broke free from Tardiff’s control.
Unfortunately, around a decade later, Tardiff’s backup plan went wildly wrong, and the end result was the infection of Urania’s most powerful supercomputer with virtual HPBs. Tardiff made a bargain with them and gained dictatorship of North America. The rest of the world is now ruled by the bunnies.
However, hope is not lost. Mimi, Bo and Feather are leading a resistance movement in New Zealand from Muse Academy South, and the Moon colony remains free. Here, at Muse Academy Lunar, the next generation of bloggers are being educated to carry on the grand tradition of Musery, and hopefully someday to bring the world back under the banner of Life, the Universe, and Pie Throwing!
A FEW NOTES: I don’t want to monopolize this thread. Other MARPGs are welcome, and they don’t have to be in the same place or even in the same continuity. To avoid confusion, though, if you’re posting in this one, please put MAL1 (Muse Academy Lunar, version 1) at the top of your post.
Furthermore, there is no magic and no uber-advanced science (time travel, warp drive) in this universe. It’s fairly-near-future Earth. Wungs, Muses, etc. are all results of biotechnology. Most characters are ordinary people (at least, as far as Musers can actually be “ordinary”
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POSOC & Smoleeon
in February 15th, 2009 @ 15:45Sorry, fairly-near-future moon.
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Alice
in February 15th, 2009 @ 16:15. I’ll join provided it doesn’t get too complicated, at which point my character will die a tragic death.
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POSOC & Smoleeon
in February 15th, 2009 @ 17:3646- Considering how dormant this thread has been, you’ll probably be one of the only characters.
Of course, considering how popular these RPGs seem to get…
Anyway, I’ll do my best to set the scene.
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Eric stepped cautiously into the classroom. There were only a couple of students already there… he supposed other people were still outside in the corridors, catching up with their friends from last year. But Anders’s dad had been transferred to the orbiting station Diana 6, and Madeleine was in House Lasley on the other end of the campus, so his two closest friends were half a mile northwest and several miles above his head, respectively.
At least this year the Muses were actually teaching classes. That ought to be interesting. He glanced around the room at the students who had already arrived.
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By the way, Eric’s short by Lunar standards, with dark hair and a penchant for colorful clothing.
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Alice
in February 15th, 2009 @ 18:01Sophie looked up as the boy walked into the room. He was short, with a mop of dark hair, a colorful sweatshirt, and a curious expression. She dropped her gaze to her desk, or rather, the book lying on her desk, or rather, the information packet inside the book lying on her desk, and scowled. Stupid parents… she thought. They had been so thrilled by the prospect of Muse Academy that they had sent her off to the Moon to go to school there. It didn’t seem like a half-bad school, she had to admit, but she had no friends here, and what with her timidity and oddness, she was unlikely to make any. What’s more, she was terrified by the students here. On her first day, after being announced to the entire school along with all the other new students (most of them younger than herself) they had been greeted with a barrage of cream pies and she had narrowly escaped receiving a splat of custard across her face. This may have been their idea of a friendly welcome, but Sophie disagreed with them on this point. She did appreciate having hundreds of tarts hurled at her on her first day at a new school. In her head, she began to compose a furious letter to her parents.
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Alice
in February 15th, 2009 @ 18:04Oops. It should be, “sent her off to the far side of the moon to go there.”
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in February 15th, 2009 @ 18:59*peeks in* Hmm, I guess since I didn’t get a chance to join the original MA, this might as well do.
By the way, if anyone hasn’t noticed by now, I’m crazy for RPGs.
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Klara Rehfus sat at her desk, tapping her pencil against the hard maple wood and watching her life go by.
Of course, she thought, it wasn’t every day that you got to go to school on the moon, but with no family with her and no friends yet to speak of, the fourteen-year-old girl had never really felt so alone. Her parents had shipped her off to the lunar academy so that they could continue their work at Muse Academy South in New Zealand, glad to know that she was still being educated. Klara saw it more as boarding school.
The classroom was fairly barren, with only two or three other students in the room. Klara was criminally shy, and after the less than warm welcome she had received from the upperclassmen at initiation, particularly the ruining of her favorite tunic from strawberry rhubarb stains, she had no intention of reaching out just yet. Instead, she took out a pen and began to scribble poetry on her clean arm.
“Gloved hand on the steering wheel,
taking us somewhere uncharted like outer space,
windshield cracked but still in use
the wipers are gone but you still see clearly…”
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KaiYves (Delta V)
in February 15th, 2009 @ 19:06((I’ll probably join after I get back from this mini-vacation.))
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POSOC & Smoleeon
in February 15th, 2009 @ 20:51Looks like this is going to be fun! Remember, most of the world is ruled by the bunnies, but there are some small independent states in New Zealand and Iceland, so it’s possible that there’s some rocket traffic between Moon and Earth that the HPBs and Tardiff haven’t managed to shut down.
Alice- I don’t mean to tell you how to play your character, but it seems like Sophie doesn’t like Muserly stuff much. Perhaps she resents the Musers for all the havoc their plans have caused? (Tardiff’s plotting, the bunnies coming into being, etc.) It might add a bit of dramatic tension to interactions here.
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Alice
in February 15th, 2009 @ 23:5552- My thoughts exactly.
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in February 16th, 2009 @ 10:32Before the plot develops, I’ll write a character description:
Name: Klara Rehfus
Age: 14
Physical Description:
On the shorter side, skinny, feathery brown hair to her waist pulled back by a black headband. Eyes are the green color of palm tree fronds. She wears a strange clothing ensemble, lime green converse, black stretch pants, a hoodie sweatshirt, and a thin silver chain concealed underneath the sweatshirt. Nobody has ever seen what’s on the end. Her left arm is nearly always covered in a thick spread of black writing, where she scribbles thing like poems, story ideas, lunch dates, etc.
Personality:
Quiet, shy, creative, and open to new ideas. Likes to invent games and draw pictures. Can’t survive without at least one ballpoint pen on her at all times.
Talents:
Can write, draw, invent, fix things, and makes a mean peanut butter and banana sandwich.
History: Her parents work in New Zealand, teaching at MA South and helping to organize resistance movements alongside Mimi, Bo and Feather. It is rumored that they were once supporters of the bunnies, but this is a lie. However, people still have skewed views of her family history- at least, those who don’t work with them. Klara keeps quiet because she has their same last name, and doesn’t want people to hate her because of her background.
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RoseQuartz/LadyG
in February 16th, 2009 @ 10:57Are we still having Sdrawkcab Ymedaca Esum? It sounds interesting, maybe we can do something with it.
And I’ll join MAL1 too.
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POSOC & Smoleeon
in February 16th, 2009 @ 13:0355- Sure. This is Other Muse Academies, after all.
A note: When RPing, remember that the moon has about a sixth of Earth’s gravity. You’re not going to drift off or anything, but you can jump and fall much farther without getting hurt.
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Two girls, one glaring at her desk as if there was a demon inside it, the other scribbling something on her arm. Lovely. Eric sighed and sat down near the middle of the classroom, hoping that the first class would be tolerable. He had PE (Centrifuge Emphasis) next… ugh. He didn’t see the point of exercising in full Earth gravity. After all, it wasn’t as if they were ever going to go back…
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RoseQuartz/LadyG
in February 16th, 2009 @ 14:08MAL1:
Name: Sabrina White
Age: 15
Physical Description: Long blond hair with lime green streaks and side bangs. Gray eyes, but wears purple contacts to look “cooler.” Tall. Clothes are Goth/hippie… hard to describe, but they’re always cut up in odd places. Today she’s wearing black cutoff jeans with random splotches of fabric paint on them, psychedelic flip-flops with black straps, and a cut-up T-shirt that was once black, but now has large blotches of every highlighter color you can think of.
Personality: Very “free spirit,” she’s also an artist. She’s kind of, well, Goth/hippie… yeah, weird combination.
Talents: Art, making something out of nothing.
History: Her parents are bioengineers working for the Resistance back on Earth. They sent her to MAL because they wanted to keep her safe.
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POSOC & Smoleeon
in February 16th, 2009 @ 14:5557- She sounds like a Lasley to me.
Now that there’s a possibility of another RPG starting on this thread, let’s start identifying our posts.
MAL1
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More students were pouring into the room, talking and laughing, but Eric’s attention was on the man who had stepped to the front of the room.
He was black, clean-shaven, wearing a circular cap and a white robe. Eric blinked in astonishment. Wung buttons, that’s Chad! This ought to be fun.
“Morning,” Chad said conversationally. “This year I’ll be teaching you the basics of quite a few different machines, both how to operate them and how they work. Software isn’t my specialty, but Aeiou will be broadcasting holographic lectures regarding it whenever possible, and if she’s otherwise occupied, I’ll do my best to fill in.
We’ll begin with a short review unit to remind you of what you’ve no doubt forgotten over the break. This shouldn’t take more than a week. Let’s start with the six simple machines… ”
Eric sighed. The first week was generally an easy A. It was also mind-numbingly boring, even at Muse Academy. Still, a class taught by an actual Muse couldn’t be too bad.
Chad grinned. “You’ll each be equipped with a single simple component: a lever, a pulley or similar. Together, using only the power provided by three volunteer wungs- ” he indicated an oversized hamster wheel in the corner, with three small fuzzy creatures standing ready inside it- “you will move a golf ball from one end of the room to the other by the end of the class. Begin.”
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☼Zinc the sorceress☼
in February 16th, 2009 @ 15:06I shall join!
Name: Zinc Cyprus.
Real first name: Quinn, but still prefers to be called Zinc.
Age: 13.
Looks: Taller than average; hair cut at an angle; dark, rich auburn hair; the greener side of turquoise eyes; side bangs.
Description: A cheerful person, Zinc was here for as long as the Academy was open. Although a little accident prone, she is actually quite good at architecture and strategy. She enjoys reading the old Earth books and comic treasuries that the Academy stores in their spacious library. Zinc is never without her dictionary, thesaurus, almanac, journal, and at least three pencils, as she is quite a nerd. She plays the only Bass Clarinet the have on the ship.
History: She once lived in New Zealand, near an undiscovered beach. When Tardiff took control, she hid for a few months. When she came out, the town she lived near was deserted. She looted the houses and stores, and went on the road. She eventually stowed away on a spaceship carrying the first people to the Academy. She melted in with the departing kids, and was accepted in the Academy. She’s became rather discouraged about finding some friends, because most of the other people there are rather sullen about being shipped up here. She’s excited about the new shuttleload of people, hoping to make a friend or two.Zinc tapped out a rhythm on her heavily graffetied desktop, looking around at the new students. There was a smallish boy with a brightly colored sweater. Maybe. A girl looking rather sullen. Probably not. A girl writing something on her arm. Chances are good. A girl with goth/hippie clothing on. Ditto.
She leaned back in her seat in her seat. This might be a good term.
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in February 16th, 2009 @ 16:01A man in a white robe and cap walked into the room. Klara quickly pulled her sleeve back over her arm; she didn’t want to have to read to the class what she’d written. This was one of the Muses, she knew. Was it Bo? Chad, maybe? Yes, this was Chad. She placed her pen on her desk respectfully and listened.
“Morning,” Chad said .”This year I’ll be teaching you the basics of quite a few different machines, both how to operate them and how they work. Software isn’t my specialty, but Aeiou will be broadcasting holographic lectures regarding it whenever possible, and if she’s otherwise occupied, I’ll do my best to fill in.
“We’ll begin with a short review unit to remind you of what you’ve no doubt forgotten over the break. This shouldn’t take more than a week. Let’s start with the six simple machines… ”
Klara’s eyes lit up. Mechanics! She loved them so.
Chad continued,“You’ll each be equipped with a single simple component: a lever, a pulley or similar. Together, using only the power provided by three volunteer wungs- ” he indicated an oversized hamster wheel in the corner, with three small fuzzy creatures standing ready inside it- “you will move a golf ball from one end of the room to the other by the end of the class. Begin.”
Quickly, Klara stood up, the first one to reach the corner where the fluffy creatures were. Chad walked over to the gathering group and handed each a different instrument.
“Miss Rehfus, I presume?” he said, and she saw his eyes cloud over with the slightest distaste. Her heart sank. Not a Muse, too! “You will be working with the wedge today,” he said, and dropped it into her hands. Then, he moved on.
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POSOC & Smoleeon
in February 16th, 2009 @ 16:39Eric looked at the pulley that had been dropped onto his desk. There was a cup attached to the rope. It might be useful for lifting the golf ball to an altitude where it could simply roll down a long inclined plane to the other end. He crossed the room and hooked the pulley up to the wung-wheel.
The girl who’d been writing on her hand was standing next to him, holding a small wedge. He couldn’t imagine how that would be useful… No, wait!
“Excuse me?” he said. “I think if we put that wedge here… ” he indicated a space below the pulley. “We could bounce the ball almost a third of the way across the room. We’d have to calculate the path, though… Is anyone here from Coontz?”
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☼Zinc the sorceress☼
in February 16th, 2009 @ 17:05Zinc looked at the piece dropped into her hands. Some kind of see saw. She groaned inwardly, and looked around. Everyone else was getting to work, and her eyes fell on the girl who was writing on her arm and the smallish boy in the brightly colored sweater, who seemed to be collaborating. She swiftly walked over,a nd tapped the girl on the shoulder. “Hi! My name’s Zinc! Actually, it’s Quinn, but I prefer Zinc. What’re your names?” she chirped.
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RoseQuartz/LadyG
in February 16th, 2009 @ 17:42MAL1
Sabrina stared at the instrument in her hands. A wheel and axle? How was that going to help? Now, she knew how she could decorate it, but that wouldn’t make it any easier to move the golf ball. Sighing, she walked over to someone who looked like she knew what she was doing: Sophie, the girl who didn’t seem to like Muserly stuff much.
“Hey!” she said effusively. “What simple machine do you have? Maybe we can work together!”
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in February 16th, 2009 @ 18:09Mal1
Eric glanced back. “Hi. Name’s Eric. I’m not much good at this Rube Goldberg stuff, are you? We’re trying to figure out where the ball will land… Oh, wung button it all! Trial and error’s always worked before.” He dropped the golf ball into the cup and gave the wungs a thumbs-up. Squeakily, the pulley began to turn, reaching its highest point before dropping the ball.
It fell with dreamlike slowness. Eric could only imagine how odd that must seem to someone who hadn’t lived on the moon all ens life. Even to him, it seemed like an eternity before it bounced off the wedge.
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Alice
in February 16th, 2009 @ 21:0857- Funnily enough, I’ve never seen a hippie wearing stereotypical hippie clothes.
MAL1.
Sophie was staring glumly at the hamster wheel, absentmindedly riffling the pages of her book with her thumb, when a girl approached her. She was wearing ripped-up jeans and had long blond hair with streaks of neon green. Her eyes, oddly enough, were purple. “Hey!” she said. “What simple machine do you have? Maybe we can work together!”
Sophie decided she could deal with green hair and purple eyes. It was no weirder than the kids at home. But the kids at home had never spoken to her, except for her best friends. “I have a lever,” she said. “You?”Name: Sophie Johnson
Age: 15
Looks: Average height, with shoulder-length brown hair, gray eyes, and a few freckles. Dresses normally: jeans and shirts, you know.
Personality: Quiet and wary. Very reluctant to trust people. Fairly smart, even by Academy standards, but she’s not outgoing at all and never speaks in class, that kind of thing. In fact, all she really likes to do is read, and she’s not comfortable if she doesn’t have a book nearby. The Musers mean well, but they’ve already got on her bad side simply by being so spontaneous and cheerful, and of course the pies. She had two or three friends at her old school, people she’d known for her entire life, and thrown in here she’s completely lost. She’s taking out her anger at her parents on the unsuspecting Musers and has already built huge grudges towards them about things like Tardiff and the bunnies and having to live on the Moon at all, things that she never cared about until she put energy into caring.
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in February 17th, 2009 @ 12:23MAL1
“I’ve got a wheel and axle. Do you think we could do something with those?” I ask, picking up the lever and tinkering with it. Sighing, I add, “They’d definitely look better with a little color.”
The girl stares at me like I’m crazy.
“What’s your name?” I rattle on. “I’m Sabrina White. I’m fifteen.
How old are you? What house are you in? I’m in Lasley.”“I can tell,” says the girl dryly. “I’m Sophie Johnson. I’m fifteen too.”
“Cool!” I exclaim. “I can tell you’re not a Lasley. What house are you? Did you say that already?”
Sdrawkcab Ymedaca Esum: Anyone interested?
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Rebecca Lasley (Administrator)
in February 17th, 2009 @ 12:49(( (66) Hm. Lasleyans seem to get that reaction rather often…))
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RoseQuartz/LadyG (10 wung points)
in February 17th, 2009 @ 12:51((67- Oh, believe me, I’ve noticed!))
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Rebecca Lasley (Administrator)
in February 17th, 2009 @ 13:05(( (68) Reminds me of an incident in college. A friend and I went to a movie at his school (Wake Forest University). Michael was wearing a dashiki and I had on a long batik skirt. A couple of students in line with us rolled their eyes in our direction and said in that tone of voice — you know the one — “School of the Arts.”))
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in February 17th, 2009 @ 18:29OK, I admit it. I have absolutely no idea what house Sophie’s in. Not Lasley or Baker, definitely. She’s not much of a scientist, and she does love to read, so Spector? But not really… I’m going to go take the quiz.
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in February 17th, 2009 @ 19:01Cool, I’m in Coontz House!
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Klara looked out from behind her hair at the girl behind her.”Hello, Zinc, I ‘m Klara,” she said, careful to work around her last name. Then, she turned to the golf ball, which had plopped onto the floor about a third of the way across the room.
“Hm,” she mused, walking over to it. “If we take some gears…” she grabbed a few from a nearby box,”affix them to the wheel and axle, and that to the pulley, and stretch it out along the ground, we could make a conveyor belt…That may get us a bit further, if my calculations are correct.”
“It sounds probable,” said Eric. “Now who’s got the wheel and axle? Ah, you there!” He waved over at the girl dressed like a supernatural hippie. She looked up from talking with the quiet girl.
“Yeah?” she said.
“We might be able to use your wheel and axle,” said Klara.
“All right,” the girl said brightly, dragging her comrade beside her. The girl looked less than willing, but, then again, the task was rather monotonous.((If I’m wrong, tell me. Science actually isn’t my forte in real life, but I’ve always wanted to have a character who’s a bit different.
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POSOC & Smoleeon
in February 17th, 2009 @ 19:2371- That’s all right. Rube Goldberg machines are a lot easier in low gravity.
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in February 18th, 2009 @ 10:00Hi, I’d like to join !
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RoseQuartz/LadyG
in February 18th, 2009 @ 17:19((73- OK, just read the summary in post 44. So far we have me, POSOC, Alice, and Aggie in MAL1; we haven’t started Sdrawkcab Ymedaca Esum yet, but let me know if you’re interested.))
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in February 18th, 2009 @ 17:30((74- Zinc, too.))
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in February 18th, 2009 @ 17:39((75- Oops, I thought I put her in there…))
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♢RoseQuartz♢ (10 wung points)
in February 19th, 2009 @ 11:09“Hey, do you think we can use Sophie’s lever, too?” I ask, dragging Sophie over to the others. They seem to be calculating stupid vectors or whatever, not that I know what that means or anything, but oh well, as long as it’s fun!
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in February 19th, 2009 @ 18:03*sneaks in nervously*
Can join too?
I’m new so I don’t really know how RPG’s work, but I want to join.
Are there any simple machines left for a late student?
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in February 19th, 2009 @ 20:19Alright. I’ll just make a character.
MAL1
Name: Prak Clark
Looks Like: Black hair, average height, Dark brown eyes that look like your staring into an abyss. He wears shirts with hippie like sayings with a skater look.
Personality: Very smart, but sometimes doesn’t care enough to apply it to school. He has a sadistic view of insignificance on life, but likes to enjy life anyway. Often is late for things. He has a good sense of humor, but it can someimes be offending. He likes having loyal friends.
Backround: His mother died fighting in the rebellion. His father wanted to avenge her so he sent Prak to the lunar academy on the last ship which got caught in some air traffic. He could’ve made it to class on time, but he walked fairly slow.
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RoseQuartz without her Unicode because she's on a computer at her dad's work
in February 20th, 2009 @ 09:1379- Welcome! I’m sure there can be a duplicate simple machine if there isn’t one for you.
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in February 20th, 2009 @ 10:56Prak slowly walked into the room.
“Hey people,” Prak greeted with no emotion. Everyone stared at him confusedly.
“Why are you so late?” asked Chad.
“Air traffic”
“Nobody else was late-”
“Well, I walked” Prak cut him off.
“Fine,” Chad said,”you can have an inclined plane.”
“Sure”
Prak walked over to the cool looking kid who seemed to have a clue of what was going on. He seemed to be meddling with a wheel and axle.
I geuss we’re doing simple machines, he thought.
“Hey, can I help you guys with… Whatever you’re doing?” asked Prak.
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I’ll let you decide how Eric answers…..
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in February 20th, 2009 @ 18:2081- “Air traffic?” No air on the Moon…
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“Depends,” Eric answered. “Are you good at math?”
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in February 20th, 2009 @ 19:56“Sure!” Zinc said, and dragged the dragger and dragee toward the fastly forming group.
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Thanks For All The Fish42
in February 20th, 2009 @ 20:2382- Sorry. I wasn’t really thinking like that. Space traffic?
“Sure,” Prak responded, nervously. He was good at math by his standards, but he didn’t know what Eric thought was “good.”
He leaned down and put the inclined plane near where it seemed the ball would be at its peek. His gut told him that they wanted the ball to get to somewhere, so it seemed logical to add some energy.
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in February 21st, 2009 @ 09:57The energy comes from the wungs,” said Klara in her soft dove’s whisper, pointing a finger towards the balls of fluff in the corner who were turning the wheel quickly. “We could put the inclined plane at the end of the conveyor belt in order to give the ball more momentum.”
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in February 21st, 2009 @ 11:52“Alright,” replied Prak. He put it there.
He really didn’t care. He didn’t think anybody cared, but for the teacher(and an easy A) he would have to seem to have done something. He didn’t feel he had to do much anyway… He had the simplest of simple machines! Why try hard to use it when there was a perfectly logical way right in front of you…
The teacher glanced over.
“Do you understand what’s going on, Prak?” asked Chad.
“Yeah” he replied.
He didn’t, but it didn’t matter his machine was involved in whatever kind of contraption they were trying to make.
Chad stood there and looked to see how we contined.
Uh-Oh , he thought, I have to do something…>
He crouched dow again and tried to adjust his inclined plane to the perfect angle.
“Am I doing this right?” he asked the girl who had actually explained something to him,”I don’t wanna’ mess you up.”
He smiled at her.
That wasn’t good. He didn’t want to show any kid of attraction on the first day…
I hope she didn’t notice…
He walked back and talked to her again,”I’m sorry about that. I have a… cough, and I didn’t want to get any germs on you…”
He smiled at her again.
Crap
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in February 21st, 2009 @ 12:01Oops sorry, too much italisized….
The part where it’s told in first person, is when it’s Prak’s thought
(and also “crap”)
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♢RoseQuartz♢ (10 wung points)
in February 21st, 2009 @ 12:05((86- Oooh, good twist! It’s so weird how none of the other RPGs have done stuff like that yet, except for BA. By the way, Prak sounds very much like someone I know…
Hehe, you know what would be really good?… Oh, darn, we don’t have anyone annoying enough. Sorry, have I lost you yet? I was thinking of one of those love/hate relationships, you know, where the characters think they hate each other and end up liking each other? Hmm. Oh bookgirl_me! *snickers* We may end up each having two characters anyway. *sighs* We need more guys in this RPG.))
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in February 21st, 2009 @ 12:3288-((I think that we should just decide without telling eachother how the relationship will work out. Then it can be more spontaneous. We are making this story for excitement, right? No need to plan. (But that would be cool….)
by the way… Whenever I make up a character it always is too much like me… ))
How should we recruit more people??
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♢RoseQuartz♢ (10 wung points)
in February 21st, 2009 @ 12:47((89- Like this: HEY GUYS! COME JOIN THIS THREAD! WE NEED PEOPLE! READ THE SUMMARIES IN POSTS 44 AND 2 AND GET STARTED!!!!!!!!
And I’ve put an ad on the Neophytes thread, in hopes that some of them will come, but I should probably put one on the Random thread as well.))
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in February 21st, 2009 @ 13:09That’s good…
Do you think we should wait until we get more members to continue, or should we get to a point where it’s easy for people to join???
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♢RoseQuartz♢ (10 wung points)
in February 21st, 2009 @ 13:22((91- I’m not sure at this point. POSOC, Alice, Aggie, Zinc, what do you think?))
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in February 21st, 2009 @ 14:1091, 92- I think we have plenty of members at the moment, but that’s just my preference… too many characters and too many overlapping storylines get confusing.
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in February 21st, 2009 @ 14:23OK!!!!
who would like to really get started?
And I just want to know… Are we going to go further than just the academy? I mean… do we just kep talking about classess? I’m fine either way, but I just want to know….
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in February 21st, 2009 @ 14:24SFDP
keep, not kep….
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POSOC & Smoleeon
in February 21st, 2009 @ 15:4694- Well, we’re just in the “introduction” stage right now, familiarizing ourselves with the setting and getting comfortable with our characters. Once we’ve RPed maybe a day or so of MA activities, we can start making some sort of overarching story arc.
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in February 21st, 2009 @ 16:06((91- I think we should continue like so, until we’ve finished class. If people haven’t come before then, I guess we should keep going. Right now is a good time for people to join, and believe me, bloggers flock to these threads. Everything should be fine. By the way, welcome aboard! *pies*
May I continue?))
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in February 21st, 2009 @ 17:2197- ((YES!!! Please continue! Sorry that it took a while for me to responded.))
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Daisy*chain
in February 21st, 2009 @ 21:38((Sorry, I know it’s rather late, but may I join?
I’m up to date… perhaps my simple machine could be a screw…))
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in February 21st, 2009 @ 22:15Your not late! We were just talking about how we wanted people to join. You can have the screw, but there are two problems.
1) You have to be a student that’s already in class. (I geuss you don’t really, but Prak took the last ship…)2) How are you going to use a screw? But I geuss it doesn’t matter… But you can use on of the machines again though.
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Welcome aboard!!
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in February 21st, 2009 @ 22:49Sophie watched sullenly from the sidelines as the other students eagerly assembled the machine.
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in February 22nd, 2009 @ 09:31The new boy placed his plane at the end of the conveyor belt and stepped back. Then, Chad called him over. Adjusting the gears, Klara watched out of the corner of her eye as Chad gave him some stern words, then sent him back over. He crouched back down next to her, adjusting the plane a bit.
“Am I doing this right?” he asked her. ”I don’t wanna’ mess you up.” Then, he smiled. There seemed to be some kind of internal struggle going on. He got up, walked away, and then abruptly turned on his heel and walked back.
”I’m sorry about that. I have a… cough, and I didn’t want to get any germs on you…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Then, he smiled again.
Klara repressed the urge to beam. Any sign of human contact on the first day was an extreme accomplishment, even though she could have sworn there was more to the smile…
“You’re doing just fine,” she said. Then, she held out a small hand. “Klara Rehfus,” she said. “What’s your name?”
“Prak Clark,” he returned, shaking the hand. A small shiver ran down Klara’s spine, but she dismissed it as nerves.
“Hey, you two, could you move over a tad? We’re going to let the golf ball go,” said Eric.
“Sure thing,” said Prak, and they jumped out of the way. Zinc gave the signal to the wungs, and they began rotating on their little wheel, faster and faster. The gears on the conveyor belt began to turn, and the golf ball began to move down it across the room. Then, it rolled off of the inclined plane and across the room. It got almost to the end, and then bustled to a stop.
“We’re close,” said the other girl, whose name Klara thought was Sabrina. “Anyone else got any ideas?”
Klara shook her head.
Zinc shook her head.
Sophie shook her head.
Eric shook his head.
Prak shook his head.
Chad almost shook his head, too, but then turned back to his clipboard.
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in February 22nd, 2009 @ 09:49((Should I write a profile ?))
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Thanks For All The Fish42
in February 22nd, 2009 @ 11:09((103-Yeah. It helps you. And sometimes other people.))
“Anyone else got any ideas?”
Prak wished he could help.
“Wait, what?” he thought, (how do you do italics?)”Why do I care?”
“It’s that girl…”he thought. He wanted to impress her, but he wasn’t the one who could save he day… He dismissed it. He didn’t think he was old enough for a relationship.
He sat back and waited for someone else to save the day.
No one did.
uh-oh…
((thi shouldn’t b in italics.))
((just trying it out…))
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Thanks For All The Fish42
in February 22nd, 2009 @ 11:11((IT DIDN’T WORK!!!!))
((Can someone tell me how to end italics?))SFTDP
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☼Zinc the sorceress☼
in February 22nd, 2009 @ 11:22((Like this:
Without the enter keys.))
“Well, we could… I mean… hypothetically, it’s possible that… maybe there’s a chance that… oh, sweet albino wungs! I’m in Baker!” Zinc said. “I shouldn’t be doing this! Here you help,” she stated, pushing the late boy over to the end of the machine.
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♢RoseQuartz♢ (10 wung points)
in February 22nd, 2009 @ 11:28((105- You do the same thing as you would do to start them, except instead of (i) you have (/i). Just add a backslash before the letter to end any HTML.
daisy*chain, bookgirl_me, just write profiles and pretend you were already in class. ))“Uh, how about we use a screw and another inclined plane?” I say tentatively. “Anyone have them?”
((You can just jump in here.))
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in February 22nd, 2009 @ 15:14((ummmm, I’m new here so I don’t know what you’re talking about when you say Coontz or Baker… I know that they are the almighty GAPAs but what’s this talk about houses???))
((I just had to get that out…))“Hey! I don’t know any more than you do!” Prak responded to the girl who pushed him,”There’s nothing else we can do without another machine.” He glanced across the room. There were a couple of students fiddling with simple machines.
“Hey you, over there!”
((Okay daisy, you’ve got it totally set-up for you!!!))
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Daisy*chain
in February 22nd, 2009 @ 17:49((Thanks!))
((Ok, here’s my profile:
Name: Bellis Perennis [ it’s the latin name for Daisy! ^_^ ]
Appearance: Short (chin-length) dirty-blond hair; grey eyes; white t-shirt with a red vest, black jeans, black keds; small black bookbag containing the HG2G, a slingshot, and various other random doodads.
Personality: Absent-minded, peppy, eccentric. Behind the front, perceptive and thoughtful, smart.
History: New to the Academy, loves it here and thoroughly enjoyed her pie-filled welcome. ))(( bookgirl_me, I’m assuming that your character will be a girl… ))
I raised my head up from the desk and tried to wake up from my nap. “Wha…?” I mumbled.
There was an oversized screw thing on my desk. I picked it up and wondered what it was for, looking around in the hopes of figuring out what we were doing. There was another girl sitting a few desks away from me with an inclined plane on her desk, and a group of people with other simple machines. As I watched, they rolled a golf ball down a conveyor belt powered by a few wungs… I realized they were trying to get it across the room.
It didn’t work, and I wondered if I could help them somehow.
Trust me to get the most useless simple machine, I thought.
Just then one of the group turned in my direction and yelled, “Hey you, over there!”
I looked behind me and saw the other girl look up also. I stood up and skipped over to the group.
“Hello, all! I’m Bellis!”
The others in the group introduced themselves, some more readily than others.
“What kind of machine did you get?” asked Prak.
I held up my rather useless screw. “Oh.” he said. I sighed.
“If we had another inclined plane, maybe we could put it on the conveyer belt and roll the screw off of it to hit the golf ball and make it go faster.” I suggested. “Not the traditional use of a screw, but it could work!”
I ran over to the girl still sitting at her desk.
“Hi! come join our group!” I told her.
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in February 22nd, 2009 @ 20:35((WE NEED ONE MORE!!!!))
((Should I continue?
Should that girl be a general character that we all control?
Should she be temporary?
Somebody control her!!!!!!!!))
((Should I?))
((oops… I just read it again… Sorry bookgirl…))
*walks away and sighs*
*pies himself*
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♢RoseQuartz♢ (10 wung points)
in February 23rd, 2009 @ 15:58Excited, Sabrina moved the screw around, trying to get it somewhere where the ball would go into it.
“Over here,” said Eric, moving it over to where she’d just had it.
“I don’t think you actually moved that,” said Sabrina, rolling her eyes. “You just HAD to be in charge, didn’t you?”
“Well, Ms. Laid-Back, I actually have an idea of what’s going on. Unlike you.”
“Shut up,” said Sabrina, pushing him. His foot hit the conveyor belt, knocking it over and making the entire thing tumble down. The entire room went quiet.
“It was her fault!” Eric yelled.
Shoot.((You DO get where I’m trying to go with this, right POSOC? And everyone else?))
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in February 23rd, 2009 @ 18:50((111-Oh, I know what you’re going at.))
Oh god
Prak knew that this was going to be a hard semester. He looked up at Chad. He just smiled and started to walk over.
“Well, you didn’t learn the lesson, but I think you get the idea”
“What was the lesson?!” Prak asked.
“Teamwork!”
This is going to be a really hard year…
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♢RoseQuartz♢ (10 wung points)
in February 23rd, 2009 @ 19:13Sabrina checked her schedule and groaned. PE- Centrifuge Emphasis. She was terrible at sports.
“What do you have next?” she asked the class.
The only reply she heard was Eric’s.
“PE,” he muttered.
Damn.
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in February 23rd, 2009 @ 21:09111, etc. Ummm…
Look, I know I haven’t been on often, but please do leave control of my character up to me.
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in February 24th, 2009 @ 10:05((if you don’t mind, TFATF42, I might just powerplay around a bit.))
The bell rang. The entire group shuffled hurriedly from the classroom, muttering good-byes to Chad. Klara caught up with the boy named Prak, who was walking down the hallway. Outside the window, the surface of the moon was silent and still, white like a pale lily that was sharply outlined against the midnight skies.
“Hello,” she said. “Rather difficult class, that. I’ve heard Chad’s a hard teacher.”
“You don’t say,” he replied. He seemed to be trying to look away. Klara blushed.
“Erm…sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you. I’ll just go now…” She hesitated. What was she supposed to say now? She began to trudge back down the hall, towards Zinc and the others.
“Wait,” he called after her. She stopped and turned around.
“I, uh…what class do you have next?” he asked.
“Latin,” she replied.
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in February 24th, 2009 @ 17:37The bell rang, and the class began to empty. I ran to my desk and pulled my schedule out of my backpack. PE. ((I’m not feeling very creative…))
Fabulous.
I trudged down the halls to my least favorite class. At least I wouldn’t be alone- I’d heard others say that they had PE too. I perked up at the possibility of making friends here.
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in February 26th, 2009 @ 18:44((Sorry, I’ve been really busy……))
Prak looked at his schedule.
PE (Sorry, don’t know any Latin…)
He groaned.
Did she hear me
“What do you have?”
“PE”
“Oh. I don’t like PE either.”
O good, she didn’t notice…
He started to wher he thought the gym was. He passed by the girl who was, almost, the savior of our machine, before it got knocked over by that annoying smart kid.
“Hey, Bella, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So, how long have you been here? I only got here this morning…”
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in February 26th, 2009 @ 19:50((Er..okay, nevermind. Since everyone’s going to PE…))
Klara looked at her schedule. She had read it wrong. It now said ‘PE’. She rushed to catch up with the others and bumped into the girl named Zinc.
“Oops! Sorry!” she cried.
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☼Zinc the sorceress☼
in February 26th, 2009 @ 20:13((117: Ditto, my friend.
))Someone bumped into Zinc. “Oops! Sorry!” she cried. “It’s okay! Whaddaya guys have next?” Zinc said, running her hand through her hair. She heard a few PEs and a Latin. “Crap, I have Poetry,” she muttered, without looking at her schedule, for she had memorized it. No one ever signed up for Poetry, except for her. She trudged to PE with the rest of them, since the Poetry teacher always waited five minutes before coming out after the bell. She turned, and trudged back down the hall. She opened the door to the Poetry class as the bell ring. She gaped. Crraw was not there today. Instead, a man with the face of a lumberjack sat at the desk. He looked up sharply when she entered, and snarled, “Sit down, Miss Cyprus. That will be a detention.”
“What?” Zinc gasped.
“A detention.”
“But there are no detentions at MAL!”
“I’m hosting one. Sit down, or that will be a week’s more of detention.”
Zinc angrily sat down, fuming at the substitute. He had no right! Who was this creep, anyway?
A quiet girl named Nicola timidly raised her hand. “Excuse me, Sir, but where is Crraw?”
“Detention,” the man snarled. “Now, my name is Mr. Cranq, and I will be your substitute. You will now write a five page essay on the Xia dynasty.”
“But this Poetry class!” Zinc yelled, on her feet.
“Detention!” Cranq roared.
“Stop this tyranny!” Zinc yelled, enraged.
“You’re just digging!” Cranq screamed. “FIVE weeks of detention!”
Zinc screamed in frustration, and stormed out of the classroom.
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in February 26th, 2009 @ 20:56As I was walking to PE, Prak came up to me.
“Hey, Bella, right?” he asked.
“Yeah. We-” he cut me off:
“So, how long have you been here? I only got here this morning…”
“I got here last evening. And it’s Bellis, by the way.”
That happened a lot. It wasn’t a very common name.
“Do you have PE, too?” I asked. “Yeah.”
“It’s actually this way,” I told him as I turned down a hallway.
“Oh. Thanks.” he mumbled.
“Boys’ locker rooms are over there,” I pointed. “See you in class.”
I waved and walked into the girls’ locker rooms.
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☼Zinc the sorceress☼
in February 26th, 2009 @ 21:55Zinc stormed down the halls, toward the campus library. She could slip in the back door without the libraian noticing, and take refuge there. She cut class whenever somebody made her almost snap. And she wasn’t going to detention, either.
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in February 27th, 2009 @ 04:45((Profile:
Name: Mira Comoedia
Age: 14
Looks: brown hair, greenish-blue eyes, jeans, T-shirt with: “I’ve stopped listening, why haven’t you stopped talking ?” on it.))My first class of the day, and I was already late. I ran along the hall, skidding to a halt in front of the poetry classroom. A big, creepy guy was sitting at the teachers desk.
“Whatever your name my be, you are ten minutes late, you’ll have ten hours of detention this week. Now sit down and start your 5-page essay.”
“I’m terribly sorry, but I must have messed up. Wrong class. I have erm… PE now. Sorry for disturbing, bye.” I slammed the door in the teachers face.
I ran away very quickly. Then I stood in front of the layout plan: Eeny, meeny miny mo ! Mo was PE, so I headed towards the locker rooms.
“Hi !” I said.
“Hi, I’m Bellis.” answered one girl. “So you have PE now too ?”
“No. Actually, I have anything but poetry. I have the vague feeling that when my poetry teacher finds me, it will be a good idea to be able to run really, really fast. So I’m here for the present.”
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in February 27th, 2009 @ 09:06I came out of the girls’ locker room in my gym uniform: grey shirt with the MAL emblem across the front and my name in neat print underneath, blue gym shorts, and my favorite blue Nike Shox with the logos that ran down the side. Everyone else was either outside or coming outside. Our gym teacher stood in front of us. he was a tall, pale man with burly shoulders but a kind smile. I stood off to one side.
“My name is Mr. Zeus,” said the teacher, swinging around a whistle shaped like a thunder bolt on a blue lanyard.”Today is cardio workout day. Everyone will please separate into two teams, we are going to have a relay race.”
There were both cheers and moans from the surrounding students. I myself was moaning on the outside and cheering on the inside. Good, I love running. Finally something I’m not bad at!
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♢RoseQuartz♢ (10 wung points)
in February 27th, 2009 @ 16:58Sabrina groaned. “Darn it, I stink at running,” she said. “I should have signed up for Poetry.”
“No, you shouldn’t,” said a girl whose name she hadn’t caught. “The teacher gives out more detentions than there are hours in the day.”
Sabrina grinned, seeing another possible friend. “I’m Sabrina!” she said brightly. “Who are you?”
“Mira,” said the girl.
“Hi!” said another girl, coming up to them. “I’m Bellis. What do you think of this relay?”
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in February 27th, 2009 @ 17:03Ugh, running
He wasn’t bad at running, but he didn’t like it at all.
What’s the point? We’re not running anywhere?
When they teach you to run as fast as you can, they’re not even trying to teach you to get to places! They just want you to simply, run. It’s absolutely rediculous.
He didn’t like the idea of “running.”
“Everyone please seperate into two teams”
He ran to the far side.
He didn’t know why… He just wanted to go there.
Everyone started talking to eachother to see if they can be on teams. Bellis started to walk over to this side.
“Hey again”
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in February 27th, 2009 @ 17:05Oh sorry, the last post came up after I posted…..
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♢RoseQuartz♢ (10 wung points)
in February 27th, 2009 @ 17:14126- You can just say you walked over to us.
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in February 27th, 2009 @ 17:49“Hi!” I smiled at Prak.
Then I smiled at everyone else quickly.
I must look like an idiot. I thought, and dropped the smile quickly, looking away- embarrassed.
I had greeted everyone, and I must have seemed overeager.
I sighed. It had been like this on Earth, too.
People stared. I sighed again.Luckily, just then the teacher began to set us up around the track. I was second-to-last, and I rejoiced.
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in February 27th, 2009 @ 20:10I walked behind the girl named Bellis. “Hi, I’m Klara,” I said. “Nice to meet you. I can anchor if you want.”
“Sure,”she replied.
((Writer’s block…))
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☼Zinc the sorceress☼
in February 28th, 2009 @ 00:09Zinc sat in a corner of the vast library, ensconsed in a decades old comic treasury. It was her favorite one, Calvin and Hobbes: Tenth Anniversary Edition. The cartoonist had commented on select ones, and he seemed like a good guy. she had read the book a million times.
She put the book down, sighing. Cranq wasn’t supposed to be here. Whatever happened to Crraw?
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in February 28th, 2009 @ 01:43After having said “Hi !” to every new face, I lined up for the relay. This was one of the PE things I could do. I tended to drop balls, and my dodgeball strategy was: “Run in circles really fast so that no-one can hit you.” For someone who shot hoops in volleyball, this was a welcome change. “I can do this !” I thought.
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in February 28th, 2009 @ 08:39((Do you all think we would have dodgeball at Muse Academy? How odd.))
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in February 28th, 2009 @ 09:30132) I’m sure you wouldn’t ! It’s just very popular with gym teachers here, and I was stuck playing it 1 hour a week from 3rd to 7th grade. I never thought I could hate a game that much. We’ve moved on to volleyball now- my teacher hasn’t neglected to inform me how bad I suck at it. *sigh*
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in February 28th, 2009 @ 09:40((131- I thouht that we were running, not playing dodgeball?!!)
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in February 28th, 2009 @ 09:45((We are running. I just hate dodgeball so much that I’m sort of obsessed. *goes to rant thread*))
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in February 28th, 2009 @ 09:49((I guess pie fights are a little like dodgeball, except that there is no ball, everyone is armed, and nobody dodges — hm, not much resemblance, really.))
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in February 28th, 2009 @ 09:56Maybe it should be Dodge-pie???
MAL
“We will be running…. AWAY FROM PIES!!!!!”
Suddenly, Enormous amounts of pies fell from the ceiling.
“Oh god…..” Prak said.
Everyone screamed. Prak got the idea and picked up a pie. He aimed and fired. SPLAT! It hit Eric right in the face.
That’s what you get…((We don’t have to go with this. I just wanted the idea to be out there.))
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in February 28th, 2009 @ 10:11((hm..okay.))
Suddenly, a boatload of pies fell from the ceiling. As quick as a jackrabbit, Klara sped down the line of the gym and fled under the bleachers. It was no use. She got smacked with dozens of pies.
“OW, OW, OWOWOW!” she screamed. “How is this a relay???”
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in February 28th, 2009 @ 10:40The pies stopped. There were still at least 60 pies scattered on the floor. Prak saw Klara run under the bleachers, but she was covered with pies. He ran over.
“Are you ok?”
A pie flew over. Prak blocked it with a larger pie and threw another staight at the culprit. They fell.
“Wow, you’re pretty good at this” Klara said.
“My dad used to show me how to throw pies accurately”
He threw another and hit right on target.
“Sounds like a great father and son activity,” Klara responded.
“Yeah…”
Suddenly a group of students realized that he was one of the best pie throwers and decided to team up. In result of the teamwork five pies came flying straight at Prak’s head.
They think they’ve got me cornered. HA!
They were all aiming at one spot so he simply ducked. The pies all splatterred aagainst eachother. The cream splatterred into the bleachers.
“Ugh,” Klara groaned.
Prak got ready to hit the targets. He locked on to them. he had five pies ready.
ONE-TWO-
SPLAT!!!!!
A creamy pie slithered down his back. He slowly turned around and found Bellis grinning with another pie in hand.
“You’re not the only great pie thrower here,” she said.
“Be that way…”
Then began an epic, matrix like pie fight between two young masters….
((Sorry, I got a little carried away……))
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in February 28th, 2009 @ 10:44137- ((I’d prefer not to have this rivalry so early in the game… it’s hard enough to keep track of everything.))
Eric wiped the cream off his face and dove between two flailing throwers. Small size was sometimes an advantage. Bleachers, gotta get to the bleachers… Thank God they didn’t start us out in the centrifuges on the first day, though. He hurtled behind the seats and skidded along the floor.
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in February 28th, 2009 @ 11:21Once the pies stopped falling, Prak ran over to me. “Are you okay?
“Yup,” I said, rubbing whipped cream out of my bangs. “Just a bit creamy, that’s all.”
A pie flew over. Prak blocked it with a larger pie and threw another staight at the culprit, and they fell down.
“Wow, you’re pretty good at this,” I said, impressed. I had never been good at flinging pastries.
“My dad used to show me how to throw pies accurately,” he replied. He threw another pie and hit right on target.
“Sounds like a great father and son activity,” I responded, grinning.
“Yeah…”
Suddenly, a flurry of pies headed our direction, sending merangue spray flying off the bleachers and into my face. “Ugh,” I groaned, wiping it off my face. Then, Prak and Bellis got into a little one-on-one pie warring. I sat back under the bleachers to watch, protected by the the blue plastic.
At once, somebody hurtled under the bleachers and hit me in the back.
“Ow!” I yelped.
“Sorry,” said a bewildered Eric, who was rubbing his head.
“Nice of you to join the party,” I said. “Best seats in the house right here.”
“Hopefully we don’t flunk for not participating,” he replied, and we sat back to watch the ensuing pie duel.
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♢RoseQuartz♢ (10 wung points)
in February 28th, 2009 @ 14:39I screeched, racing as far from the pies as I could get. Bleachers bleachers bleachers, I thought. Under the….
I slid under the bleachers. Instantly, I was greeted by the startled faces of Eric and Klara. Klara relaxed quickly.
“I thought you were a pie,” she said, laughing a little. “And you said you stink at running?”
I laughed, too. “I’m so uncoordinated that while I think I’m running away from the pies, I just get underneath every one!”
Eric just rolled his eyes and moved over to the other side,((I agree, POSOC, it can get confusing, but since it’s already there, I’ll just keep it going… besides, I’m going to resolve it later
Is Fishy the only one who… oh, whatever, read 88.))
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in February 28th, 2009 @ 15:05((Hm. It seems like all conversations with Fishy turn to pie-throwing.
Oh well.))Prak was dodging and throwing pies like a maniac, but so was I.
This could go on for a while, I thought.
I grabbed an armful of pies and walked right up to him and dumped them on his head. As he wiped the mess out of his eyes, I held out my hand, saying “Truce?”
He picked up a pie and threw it in my face.
Then he shook my hand, agreeing: “Truce.”
We turned to the people under the bleachers and announced that it was safe to come out.((Was there a point to this whole exercise?))
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in February 28th, 2009 @ 15:11((143- I’m honestly not sure. I think we should stay under the bleachers a little longer though… could be a good plot device…))
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in February 28th, 2009 @ 15:20Klara and the others slid out from under the bleachers. The floor was coated in pie. She walked out and immediately fell flat on her back after slipping on an empty banana cream pie tin. A flush of bright red sprung from her cheeks as she hastily got back to her feet. “I’m okay,” she mumbled, looking at her feet.
“You all pass the exercise,” the coach yelled. “Get changed, let’s move it.”
Each respective group shuffled back into their locker rooms, talking to one another as they went. The girl from underneath the bleachers came up to talk to her.
“Gee, that was something,” she said, brushing pie off her gym shorts.
“Tell me about it,” said Klara, her face still red.
“I’m Sabrina,” said the girl. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Klara,” she replied, “nice to meet you.”
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in March 1st, 2009 @ 11:42((*whistles*))
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in March 1st, 2009 @ 13:04“I’m, uh, sorry about the whole… Eric thing. He was just being such a know-it-all,” said Sabrina.
Klara laughed a little. “It was actually kind of funny. Did you see his face when you slid under the bleachers?” she said.
Sabrina rolled her eyes. “What does he have against me? He just wants to be annoying.”
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in March 1st, 2009 @ 15:15MAL
“You two are quite the pie-throwers!” Mr. Zeus shouted. He had a god-like aura. It projected his voice around the gym, and even a little out of the gym. But that’s trivial. It only caused two students to knock into eachother, fall in love, and eventually become married and have 6 brilliant children who unlocked the secrets of anti-gravity. But anyway, Prak and Bellis blushed at the flattering comment.
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in March 1st, 2009 @ 15:46148-
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in March 1st, 2009 @ 15:59Guys, I know that a bit of inter-character conflict might be good for the plot, but could you at least bring the other player into the decision? Now it seems like a bunch of people have a grudge against him because of a power-play by RoseQuartz. I don’t mind other people temporarily controlling my character for conversation and such, but I’d like to have the final word on his actions when they have a major effect on the plot.
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in March 1st, 2009 @ 16:00By “him,” I mean Eric. Sorry. That post went through multiple edits before I sent it through, and I must not have caught that.
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in March 1st, 2009 @ 16:26((That pie fight sounded like fun. Too bad I was stuck skipping class because of a demented poetry sub.
))Zinc checked her watch. It was five minutes to the bell. That would give her enough time to pack up, sneak out, and still be a few minutes early for her next class, Home Ec.
A few minutes later, she was standing outside the Home Ec class, watching other students go by. Maybe some of her friends-yay! Friends!- would be in this class.
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in March 1st, 2009 @ 16:34((150- I thought I was the only one? It didn’t seem like anyone else really has a grudge against you, exactly…))
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in March 1st, 2009 @ 16:50((153- Sorry, I was a bit confused.
I’m OK with this conflict as long as it remains STRICTLY in-character, but please ask next time.))
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in March 1st, 2009 @ 17:07((154- Got it. I just thought I could make this turn out… interestingly… *coughpost88coughifthat’sOK*))
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in March 1st, 2009 @ 19:20(( Im sorry! We can just get over it…
Don’t worry, I have a way for my character to be nice to yours POSOC. But I’ll type it tomorrow…))
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in March 1st, 2009 @ 19:27((I didn’t perceive my character as hating Eric… and I’m sorry if I seemed that was…
))“I don’t know,” Klara replied, shrugging. “maybe he’s just in a bad mood or something.”
She hadn’t thought that Eric was being annoying. In fact, she had thought he was pretty nice. But for the risk of losing a friend, she didn’t say anything else. Instead, she changed the subject.
“So, what class do you have next? I have Home Economics.”
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in March 1st, 2009 @ 20:11The bell would ring in a few minutes, so Zinc took out her spiral and jotted down a few notes. Cranq=bad. Maybe test by Heads to see reactions o/ students. Maybe not. Tell friends.
The bell rang, and Zinc looked eagerly down the hall to see if her friends were coming. A few of them were, so Zinc waved her arm and said loudly, “HI!” They came over. “Geez, Zinc, why so loud?” Sabrina said. “Loud voice; loud talking.” Zinc shrugged. “Do any of you have Home Ec next?”
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in March 1st, 2009 @ 21:31((I’m just going to be in the same classes as everyone else. I’m uncreative like that.))
After I had changed out of my pie-covered gym clothes, I walked up to Klara and asked, “Do you happen to know where the Home Economics class is?”
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in March 2nd, 2009 @ 08:55“I do,” I said, smiling at Zinc. Then, Bellis came up to us. “Hey, do you know where the Home Ec class is?” she asked me.
“Yeah, we’re all headed there, too! Come with us,” I invited, and our group set off don the hall.
We reached Home Ec just as the bell rang. It was the last class of the day.
((Writer’s block, help!))
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in March 2nd, 2009 @ 09:06I followed Bellis & co to home ec. “So now that we had fun with the pie, we have to make new ones ?” I asked.
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in March 2nd, 2009 @ 10:26MAL
Prak looked down at his schedule.
“HOME ECONOMICS” It said.
It’s going to be one of those years…
He was thinking about where you had mostly the same classess with the same people. But was okay, he kind of liked it that way. It’s easier to make friends that way, and also easier to get sick of people… But everyone seemed okay for now. He got a little mad at that Eric kid for a minute, but he just liked to get even with people. Even though he didn’t really do anything to Prak…
Oh well… What’s done is done.
He decided to try and make up for it.
“ERIC!” Prak yelled. Eric walked over.
“Yeah”
“No hard feelings?’
“Nah. Why would I have any?”
“Because, I threw that-”
IDIOT!
Eric didn’t know about the pie…
“Threw what?’
“Oh… Nothing…”
Eric looked confused.
“OK” He said even more confused.
He walked away.
Prak sighed. He just dodged a bullet.
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in March 2nd, 2009 @ 10:37((Like the rest of our classes, home economics at Muse Academy is highly enlightened. I wonder how lunar home ec differs from the terrestrial version — units on oxygen recycling and space-suit repair, maybe?))
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in March 2nd, 2009 @ 11:29((163- I was thinking something along the lines of how to make green cheese souffle, but those could very well be candidates
))Klara giggled. “I guess so.” The class was filling up. Klara noticed Prak walk in, and he took a seat at their hexagon table.
“Hello,” she said.
“Hey,” he greeted them looking absent minded and sulking a bit.
“You’ve got whipped cream in your nose…right there ” she pointed to a spot on the tip of his nose and dotted it off.
“Thanks?” he replied, giving her a funny look. Klara blushed, feeling stupid.
“Sorry,” she said. Dumb move, genius.
“So, what do you think they’ll teach us?” said Zinc, trying to strike up a conversation.
“I’m not sure. Probably cooking and cleaning and stuff,” replied Bellis.
“The usual,” sighed Sabrina.
“I think it sounds fun,” said Klara brightly, for she had always held an interest in food.
“Yeah. Fun,” said Prak, examining the class textbook. “That is, if you call a quad-layer chocolate mocha raspberry fountain cake fun.”
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in March 2nd, 2009 @ 11:31((Oops. My HTML got messed up! It’s not supposed to be italics after ‘there’…
HTML gnome, may I have a help please?))
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in March 2nd, 2009 @ 11:39Mira:
“I have a feeling that I’m going to love this class !” I said, grinning from ear to ear. “It has so many opportunities for creativity !”“Art is creative too.” pointed out Prak, who hadn’t caught my enthusiasm.
“But you can’t eat a painting !” I argued.
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in March 2nd, 2009 @ 12:38“Quad-layer chocolate mocha raspberry fountain cake…” I sighed.
“Sounds hard. I absolutely cannot cook. I’d burn a salad.”
Prak nodded. “I can absolutely picture that,” he said.
I grimaced at him.
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in March 2nd, 2009 @ 13:24“Well we’re here to learn ! Besides, I’ve never managed to make chocolate indigestible. Worst casenario, you pick out the raspberries and the chocolate. How bad can it- no wait. I don’t really want an example.” I said. “I volunteer for cleanup service- of the creations, that is.”
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in March 2nd, 2009 @ 13:33“I’ll wash the dishes and such. You people will have to help me with the cooking part, but I can clean up fine.”
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in March 2nd, 2009 @ 14:16“Okay,” I said. “I’ll be the person who mixes everything and fills the cake. Someone can gather utensils, and someone can help with ingredients…There’s a job for everyone!”
“Well, okay,” said Prak. “Not so bad, I guess.”
We set to the task, after being instructed by the teacher who nearly blended into the walls.
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in March 2nd, 2009 @ 19:28MAL
Prak realized what he just said.
“Hey, wait…I don’t have a job!”(You spoke too soon Klara!!! Agrrrfish is klara right?)
“Oh…”
“I’ll just do whatever no one is doing…”
“OK……”
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in March 2nd, 2009 @ 20:43((171- But technically, two people already volunteered for cleanup…))
“How about utensils or materials? Those are simple and fun,” Klara suggested.
“Oh, okay,” said Prak. “I’ll do (whatever you want to do here).”
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in March 3rd, 2009 @ 09:43“I´ll take care of the chocolate too !” I volunteered. I mixed chocolate into the bowl, doubling the recipe as I went.
“Mira, you’re putting in way to much chocolate !” complained Klara.
“But then the cake will be bigger !” I argued.
“But we only have one size cake tin.” retorted Klara.
“Okay !” I said. “I need volunteers to help me dispose of this chocolate !”
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in March 3rd, 2009 @ 19:08Prak took it and threw it out.
“Why was that so hard?” He asked.
“BECAUSE I WANTED TO EAT IT!!!” Screamed Mira.
“Oooh……..”
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in March 3rd, 2009 @ 20:42“Is there any chocolate left?!” I panicked.
“Yeah, yeah, keep your socks on,” Mira said, grumpy about losing her chocolate.I turned on the oven so it could heat up, and leaned back, looking expectant.
“What?” Prak asked, annoyed.
“Well, I can’t cook!”
“That’s why we’re here- to learn!” he retorted.I glared at him, saying, “You’ll regret this when you taste that cake, but fine.”
I cracked some eggs into a bowl and whisked them angrily, nearly spraying them on everyone present.Zinc took the bowl from me and picked the eggshells out of the mess, then proceeded to whisk the eggs more calmly.
I looked at the recipe, looking for the easiest step there.
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in March 3rd, 2009 @ 20:50It seemed the project wasn’t going well. “Do we have any more chocolate?” I asked.
“Yup,” said Zinc.
“All right, so now…” I said to Mira. “Put in about half as much as you just did.”
“Okay,” she said grudgingly, and did so.
“See?” I said. “Voila! It fits!”
“But it’s not as chocolatey…” she begrudged me.
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in March 4th, 2009 @ 11:35Mira:
I mourned the lost chocolate. Then I spied something on the shelf that cheered my up- strawberry syrup. I casually replaced the raspberries with my beloved strawberries. The cake would taste much better that way. Then I proceeded to make the icing- maybe if I poured enough chocolate over the cake, it would taste good anyway.
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in March 4th, 2009 @ 17:59Eric pulled up his schedule on his mO and scrolled down. What did he have next? Oh, it was History. That would be a welcome break… although things seemed to be settling down, he thought he might have made a few enemies. On my first day back, too. Ah, well, at least History ought to be fun. Probably a few more Bakers in there, too.
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in March 4th, 2009 @ 18:59Sabrina looked at her schedule. Or, at least, that’s what she tried to do. Where was it? She must have lost it during Gym!
“Dangitdangitdangit,” she muttered under her breath.
She tried to find someone, anyone, who would be able to help her. She was so busy looking to the left that she slammed into someone.
“Sorr…” she started to say, then saw who it was. “Oh. Uh, sorry, Eric.”
“‘Sfine,” he muttered.
“Hey! Wait! Do you happen to know if there’s an office or something like that where I can get a new schedule? I kinda sorta lost mine.”
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in March 4th, 2009 @ 19:00Whoops, thought I ended those italics… could the HTML gnome help out a little?
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in March 4th, 2009 @ 19:23The group put the fruit filling into one of the cake bottoms, freshly out of the oven. Then they snugly fit the top part of cake over the bottom chamber and frosted it with double chocolate icing.
“Mmm,” said Mira. “Looks good.”
“Yeah,” said Zinc, whose mouth was watering. “Can we eat some?”
“Yeah!” cried Bellis, who took out a knife. They cut up the cake, each taking a piece. Klara drew away from the bustle of dish hogging and delivered one to Prak.
“Eat up,” Klara said, gesturing to the fork and cake.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he replied. They took this as the cue to dig in.
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in March 4th, 2009 @ 20:09The cake was…… good.
I said so, surprised.
Someone cuffed me on the head, saying “Of course it is! We made it!”
I grinned sheepishly. “I thought I would mess it up,” I admitted.
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in March 4th, 2009 @ 20:28Oh, cake, Eric thought. It’s her. Better be polite.
“Um, I think you can just download a new one if you enter your password into the school site,” he said. “Do you have a mO*?”
((*Muse Organizer. Like an iPhone, only more so.))
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in March 5th, 2009 @ 08:09Klara agreed that the cake was good, and she wanted more. Mmm.
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in March 5th, 2009 @ 08:16Mira:
I dug in, happy that the others didn’t notice my substitution. That was until the teacher came over and tasted it.“Good, but wasn’t is supposed to have raspberry in it and not strawberry ?” en looked around suspiciously.
I nearly chocked on my slice.
“Gotta-go !” I shouted as soon as I´d swallowed, grabbing Daisies arm with one hand and holding onto my plate with the other.
“Wait a minute !” exclaimed the teacher. I could practically see her connecting the dots.
“No time to spare, we have PE now. ‘Cmon Daisy !”
“But we just had PE !” she protested.
“Exercise is good for you !” I belted out, held on tight and ran.
Daisy stumbled after me. “You put strawberries in the cake !” she accused me. “I knew it tasted weird. How could you ?”
I was resuming to eat the cake when suddenly I saw the evil poetry substitute. I swallowed.
“Run !” I said again and followed my own advice.
I gatecrashed the library, finding a quiet place to sit.
“Are you trying to get expelled ?” hissed Daisy.
“Danger adds spice to life !” I told her. Then to change the subject, I suggested: “Do you know that girl over there ? She looks nice. Let’s go say hi !”
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in March 5th, 2009 @ 08:20Oh cake. Sorry, that was me.
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in March 5th, 2009 @ 09:19Suddenly, Mira and Daisy were gone, and Klara was left alone at the table with the remaining others. The angry, sallow-faced teacher tapped her foot.
Klara gave a weak smile. “Um…heh, heh…gulp.”
“Your cake is WRONG!” exploded the teacher. “You FAIL!”
“Huh?” Klara felt her stomach flip.
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in March 5th, 2009 @ 10:42“Yeah,” said Sabrina, pulling it out. “But I have no idea how to use it… A little help?”
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in March 5th, 2009 @ 19:09((Wow… seems like we have several unpleasant teachers. Oh, well… considering the current (small) population of the moon, anyone would probably be hired. Desperate times.))
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in March 5th, 2009 @ 20:16“YOU FAIL”
“What!?”
“YOU FAIL”
“ARe you kidding me!? WE SUBSTITUTED”
“YOU FAIL”
“Why do you keep saying that?!”
“You fail?”
Suddenly Prak heard electrical circuits go haywire (see what I did there).
“YoU fAiL”
“What the heck?”
The “teacher” fell over and exploded. Everyone’s faces were covered with ashes. Prak’s hair stood up. So did a lot of girls’.
“That…was weird” Prak said.
“What?” Klara was very confused.
Prak assessed the situation.
“NO TEACHER!!!”
Everyone shouted with glee.
“But… we failed”
Prak didn’t know who said it, but soon after saying it en didn’t elaborate.
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in March 5th, 2009 @ 20:51185, 187- Actually, my character’s name is Bellis.
I will put it in my name from now on…
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in March 5th, 2009 @ 21:11Er… what?
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in March 5th, 2009 @ 21:41The teacher exploded.
It was weird.
Klara just stood up and shouted at the the top of her lungs like everyone else! Then, she pointed out,”Well, class is over. Can we go back to the dorms now?”
There were murmurs of consent, and people staring moving out the door. “What house is everyone in?” she asked their small group as they left Home Ec in a flurry.
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in March 5th, 2009 @ 21:41((I’m back, vaguely humanoids!))
“But… we failed.” Prak said. The joyous room continued on around the more somber group.
Zinc kicked a piece of blasted metal across the room, and it made a scratch on the wall. “Well… we… didn’t?… because.. the teacher… was… fake.” Zinc said slowly. Suddenly, reality struck her. Cranq had tried to give her detention, and this teacher had tried to fail her and her friends. Then this teacher turned out to be a robot, so…Zinc quickly filled a cooking pan with water, and grabbed Klara’s arm. “C’mon!” she said, bursting into the hall. The rest followed her.
“What the cake?” Klara asked, bewildered. “Where are we going?!”
“Poetry class.”
“The poetry class.” Prak said. “None of have poetry, except for you!”
Zinc hurriedly explained about Cranq, and had finished when the came to the poetry door. Zinc swung the door open, and faced the teacher. “DETENTION! ALL OF YOU!”
Zinc just went up and splashed the water all over him.Then, he blew up. Zinc chirped as the dust was clearing, “Yay! Violence!”
((I have said this.))
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫
in March 5th, 2009 @ 21:44Okay, then the group ran down the hall and blew up the poetry substitute. THEN they talked about dorms, walking nonchalantly from the room.
((Nice to see you too, Zinc. Welcome back!
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 02:22“So all the teachers that hate me aren’t real ? Yay me ! Does anyone have a clue how to get this MO to tell me which house I’m in ?” I asked.
((What are the characteristics of the different houses ?))
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 08:55196- Same as the characteristics of our beloved GAPAs.
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 09:41((Very roughly speaking, Coontz and Spector are science houses (physical and biological, respectively), Lasley is arts, and Baker is humanities. Conventional disciplinary labels don’t fit Musers very well, of course; interests and talents are widely dispersed both among and within houses.))
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫, also known as Rosa, Zena, Klara, Jean, etc.
in March 6th, 2009 @ 10:41I believe I took the test and I (somewhat) tied for Coontz and Lasley.
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 11:23((If it were up to me, we’d make house assigments with a random-number generator. But Musers enjoy taking tests, it seems…))
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 11:26((That fully depends upon the test, Robert. If it is a fun test, sure, if it is a school test, and thus hard, no.
I seem to recall fudging my results slightly on the Muse House test so that I was in Coontz…..))
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 11:50((I’ll be a Lasley,then, but I think I’d probably tie several ways. I guess we need a house for all-rounders with an odd sense of humor.))
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 11:59((Hey, some GAPAs can’t decide which house we would belong to either. I think resistance to pigeon-holing goes with the Muserly territory. Maybe people should be part of whatever house they’re in the mood for on any given day…))
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫, also known as Rosa, Zena, Klara, Jean, etc.
in March 6th, 2009 @ 14:47((Here’s the test from the original MA thread, in case anyone wants to take it:
What Muse Academy House Are You In?
For Musebloggers. If Mostly Harmless, hot pink bunnies, and pie wars mean nothing to you, this quiz probably isn’t for you.
What do you enjoy most?
A: Art and graphics
B: Music and cheese
C: Science and logic
D: Cute fuzzy animals and writingWhich description best fits your personality?
A: Geeky, but loveable. Shy, smart, curious (and questioning, maybe?).
B: Energetic (hyper?), talkative, enthusiastic
C: Nice, smart, creative, helpful
D: Wacky, zany, crazy, odd but hilarious sense of humourYou see something odd, that you’ve never seen before. What’s the first thing you think to do?
A: Teach it to play the hurdy-gurdy
B: Observe it, and possibly take it apart to see what it does and how it works
C: Write a detailed description of it, and have people read the description to see if they know what it is
D: Take a picture of it, and photoshop it being overrun by swarms of hot pink bunniesResults
ABD-You are in LASLEY HOUSE, the house of our amazing Lady Bunniful GAPA, photoshopper extraordinaire, Napkin-Bunny-Maker, and lover of art!
CAB-You are in COONTZ HOUSE, the house of our beloved First GAPA, Q&A columnist, and lover of science!
BDA-You are in BAKER HOUSE, the house of our wonderful British GAPA, Hilarious-Article-Writer, Tudor Musician, and lover of cheese!
DCC-You are in SPECTOR HOUSE, the house of our incredible Helpful Criticism GAPA, Q&A columnist, amazing editor, and lover of english!))
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 15:54((204-I got DDD. I think there’s something wrong with me…))
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 16:06((205 – Nope. A lot of people are mixed.
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BHmm, still Coontz, I think.))
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 16:19(( (202) An odd sense of humor is actually an admissions requirement. ))
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫, also known as Rosa, Zena, Klara, Jean, etc.
in March 6th, 2009 @ 17:04((I’m now a tie between Lasley and Spector houses. This is going to be a hard choice.))
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 17:33There seems to be some sort of conspiracy going on… mean robotic teachers? How widespread is this? Who’s responsible?
I’d investigate, but Eric is currently unaware of the problem.
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫, also known as Rosa, Zena, Klara, Jean, etc.
in March 6th, 2009 @ 17:52209- You’re right…this could lead to some sort of plotline!
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 18:00((210-Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe… I’m good…
but I think we should dismiss it nwo and let it come back soon))
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 18:05((I’m in Lasley! Yay! Now I feel like I belong…
Bookgirl, who are going up to in the library? A random character? I’m confuzzled…
209, 210, 211- A plotline! Whee!!
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 18:07(( (212) And I’m sure you will do the house proud, Daisy*chain!))
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 18:20((Hmm, I created another MA quiz, a little easier, but different. Would I be right if I did this as characteristics: Coontz: science; Lasley: Arts; Spector: Writing; Baker: Music and cheese. I have a feeling these aren’t right…
Well, technically speaking, I created mean teachers, TFATF42 made them robotic. I was thinking along the ideas of plotline when I created them.))
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 18:45((213- *Happiness*))
I grabbed Mira’s arm, saying, “You can go say hello, but I don’t think I will. There’s something not quite right about the teacher… I’m going to check it out.”
I ran to the HE class to see a wreckage of what looked like an exploded robot. The floor was singed, and there was a piece of fabric lying on the floor. It was the same color as the shirt the teacher had been wearing.
So, the teacher was a machine… that explains our ‘failing’ grade.
If there was one robot, there would be more. I dashed out into the hallway in time to here a far-off explosion. I ran to the source, walking into a classroom to see my classmates standing around another smoking pile of metal.
“Hi.” I said. “Are all of the teachers robots?”
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in March 6th, 2009 @ 20:46214- Those characteristics would be generally acceptable, but I would go even further out. Science is often grouped with mathematics, arts is very broad: visual? All houses are adept at writing, Spector has a more definable flair. Baker (I’m biased!) covers history, aesthetics, and even some technology. Languages aren’t covered (not that they need be). I’d also go check out how the Greeks did it back in the day, with Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia, and Urania.
What am I trying to say? Invent new disciplines, don’t redefine old ones.
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in March 7th, 2009 @ 13:27((Hey, um, Eric? Can you help me out a little? Remember, Sabrina is a little uncoordinated, and she has no idea how to use her MO…))
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫, also known as Rosa, Zena, Klara, Jean, etc.
in March 7th, 2009 @ 13:36“I suppose I wouldn’t say that all of them are,” Klara mused thoughtfully. “I mean, what about Chad? Is he a robot too?”
“Let’s go check,”suggested Mira. The group ran off down the hall back to Physics or wherever Chad was teaching at the moment.
They reached the classroom, which was starting to clear out. Mira walked straight up to Chad and asked, “Hey, Chad, are you a robot?”
Klara smacked her head at the same time Prak did. Bellis sighed. Zinc giggled.
“What?” asked Mira. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” said Zinc through her fingers.
“I-oh!” Mira realized what she had said, and started giggling too.
“No,” Chad replied. “I’m not a robot, and I don’t see why I would be. Whatever’s the matter with you all?”
“Oh, we were only checking because all of our other teachers just exploded,” replied Bellis.
Klara stifled a loud snort.
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in March 7th, 2009 @ 14:04((212) We were sneaking up on Zinc, but then she left- I think.))
“Don’t look at me ! I’m a poor, innocent student freshly arrived from earth- protected from robots and other mean teachers. I’m terribly traumatized. Did they cake explode too ? It would be such a pity…”
“Maybe we need to teach robot prevention here.” said Chad. “Here’s a pop quiz: What would you do if a robot threatened you ?”
“Run away and let you deal with it ?” I proposed.
Zinc started giggling again. “Mira, you’re hopeless !”
((Does anyone else remember the issue with Vesuvius and robots in it ?))
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in March 7th, 2009 @ 16:46217- Certainly.
“OK, touch the screen here… see the Kokopelli logo? And a whole list of programs and files pops up. See, this is where they installed your MA file. Touch ‘Schedule…’ enter your password… And there you are.”
He glanced back at her. “Uh… what’s this rumor I hear about teachers being robots?”
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♢RoseQuartz♢ (10 wung points)
in March 7th, 2009 @ 17:12“A-R-T-L-U-V-E-R,” Sabrina typed.
Nothing happened.
“Drat. I forget my password,” she muttered.
“M-U-S-E-R-1-0-1,” she tried. Nothing happened. Again.
“A-R-T-P-I-E,” she tried again. Finally!
“WOW, I chose a weird password,” she said to herself. Eric laughed.
“Oh jeez, did I say that out loud?”
“Well, um, yeah. So what about the robot teacher stuff? Did you hear anything?”
“Uh, I heard that the Poetry teacher was pretty robotic,” she said. “Oh look, I have history! What about you?”
“That’s what I have,” he said grudgingly, mumbling “Unfortunately” under his breath.
Sabrina rolled her eyes and walked off.
“Uh, Sabrina?” called Eric. “HIstory is thataway.”
“I KNEW THAT!” she yelled back, turning on her heel and opening the door of room 203.
“Sabrina White?” asked the teacher.
“Yeah,” she said.
“You are fifteen minutes late! What is the meaning of this? Go to the office! You will have an in-school suspension for the rest of the day.”
“I’m afraid there… isn’t an office, Miss… hey! You’re not Miss Carter!” said Eric from behind her.
“No, I am not. I am Miss Smith. I am your substitute teacher. BOTH of you go to the office!”
“Substitute robot, you mean?” muttered Eric.
Sabrina made a face in agreement.
“GO. TO. THE. OFFICE.” yell-droned the teacher.
“OK!” said Eric, whispering to Sabrina, “Let’s just go to the library, huh?”
Sabrina nodded. “Good idea.”
They ran off to the library. Someone raced by, calling something about “There’s something not quite right about that teacher.” Then Sabrina heard an explosion.
“What was that?” she hissed.
“I don’t know, but I have a feeling that Miss Smith is a robot.”
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in March 7th, 2009 @ 18:10Eric shook his head. “This is insane. OK, deduction… we need motive, means and opportunity. Somebody replaces teachers with robots more advanced than any we’ve ever seen… OK, the artificial intelligence is a bit off, but the hardware… they’re almost indistinguishable from human beings. So we need somebody who has access to almost all the teachers and is brilliant with biotech…” His voice trailed off. “Oh, wung buttons. Pwt.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Sabrina snorted. “OK, means and opportunity, I’ll grant that. But motive?”
Eric spun around. “The Muses were all constructed by Ronald Tardiff, remember! The Kokopelli android went insane a few years ago, on instructions he left behind in its program, and almost blew up the Iceland campus! That was how the bunnies were created, when it downloaded itself into Urania’s supercomputer! What if he’s managed to implant suggestions in the biological Muses as well?”
((Note: I did not just pull the above out of my rear. This was Tardiff’s backup plan that went wrong, referred to in post 44. Urania’s supercomputer was Lionel, a sarcastic AI with an HPB motif.))
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in March 7th, 2009 @ 18:55-sighhhhh- I don’t suppose there’s any hope of getting back in now?
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in March 7th, 2009 @ 19:15223- Yeah, it moved faster than I expected it to, as well. Seems you only have to mention the words “Role-Playing Game,” or even their initials, for a thread to start moving at superluminal speeds.
Anyway, here’s a rundown of what’s going on, in case you’d like to get back in. Certain teachers have been replaced with lifelike but curiously crude robots by forces unknown. Eric thinks “Forces Unknown” are Pwt, but nobody really knows.
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫, also known as Rosa, Zena, Klara, Jean, etc.
in March 7th, 2009 @ 19:35223- Yeah there is! Just run out of a random classroom spilling bleh about robots and stuff.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 03:06“The campus has been invaded by robots ! We need to act ? D’ya think that robots can cook well ?” I asked.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 12:17It was chaos. Prak had to find something normal that could bring him back to reality
“OK, everybody go to their houses. Wait, no. Let’s stick together. We might get worse grades by ourselves…”
Everybody was looking to see what their next class was.
“Don’t go to you’re next classess. We’re sticking together,” Prak always had a sense of leadership. He enjoyed taking charge. It made him feel important.
“Then what should we do?” asked Klara.
Prak already had people asking him what to do.
“Lets all head to Chad’s room.”
People noddedd in agreement. His plan was going perfectly.
((I’m planning on making Prak temporarily evil, but only for a little while. He’ll realize that what he’s doing is wrong and try to stop his plans. Tell me if I’m going overboard… I think it’ll be fun!))
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 13:31227- Er… what are his plans?
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 13:55I’m confused.
Sophie rolled over onto her stomach and stared at her hands. She had been laying on her bed, motionlss, ever since the end of her first class. Tears sprang into her eyes and her vision blurred. She had never skipped class at home, never. She was sure to get in trouble and her parents would be furious. Maybe they would take her home, but more likely they would leave her there, as punishment. She’d been stupid and reckless and she’d probably only made matters worse. Maybe she could sneak back without anyone noticing, say she’d been sick, or lost, or something. Maybe no one had noticed.
She stood up, brushed down her clothes, ran a hand through her hair, rubbed her eyes, and yawned falsely. It didn’t help. She brushed angrily at the tearstains on her cheeks and blinked several times, trying to look as though she’d been sleeping, not crying. “Oh, what’s the point!” she burst out. “No one’s going to notice.” Grabbing her books, the bolted down the hallway, down some stairs, down another hallway… and ran into a cluster of students. She recognized some of them from her first period class, including the leader, a small skinny kid whom she seemed to remember was named Prak.
She fell into step beside a kid named Eric. This was lucky. There was such a lot of kids that she could probably go unnoticed. Maybe things would go all right after all.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 14:01((228-hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehhehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe….))
((I was a bit meniacal at the time of posting. If you think I shouldn’t go that way then I won’t))
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 14:09((229- Actually, I believe Eric and I are still in the library, and Eric has just figured out that Pwt is the one creating the robot teachers; I’ll RP us to the group now.))
“Come on, we’ve got to tell the others!” said Sabrina, yanking Eric out the door.
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“Sorrysorrysorry!” called Sabrina to the random kid she’d just knocked into. He didn’t look familiar, so she raced on.
“Can you… try… not to… knock into… everything?” gasped Eric. “Or… just… let… go! Where are we… going… anyway?”
“Chad’s classroom! Sorry!” she yelled again to the janitor she’d just bowled over.
“Hey!” he yelled, but they kept running.
Finally, they reached a large group of kids who were walking to Chad’s classroom with Prak in the lead.
“FINALLY,” gasped Eric, moving well away from Sabrina.
“Whatever,” she muttered.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 14:35))I think I’m joining. Don’t worry, I’ll find an excuse for the reason I wasn’t here. Most likely I was, actually. I’ll do a intro post about how she got here and suchlike, and then join right in. Hm… What would happen if I made two charries?((
Name:Alyssa
Age: 12, almost 13
Looks: Small, insignificant, medium-brown hair, about the same shade eyes, the kind of person you wouldn’t notice if she wasn’t pointed out.
Personality: She generally doesn’t make noise, doesn’t draw attention to herself. She always keeps a notebook with her to write in, and has written some wonderful stories that nobody has ever seen. She enjoys art, and is quite good at it, but the only place she really draws is in her notebook, since she doesn’t want people noticing her for any reason.
Why She’s at Muse Academy Lunar: She’s spent several years as her twin sister’s shadow, and her parents have always worried about her. A year ago, her parents heard about Muse Academy Lunar, and decided to send her there.Name: Eliza
Age: 12 years, 11 months, and 4 days
Looks: On the tall side, with sky blue eyes and chestnut hair,
Personality: She’s never really cared about grades, and her idea of an ideal afternoon is at the mall with a bunch of friends. Her goal is usually to be friends with everyone in the class- less chance of ever being bored that way! She may try and get good grades for a while, if she thinks it’ll get her closer to friendship with someone. She’s annoyed by her twin, who doesn’t care that she’s the least popular in the class, and is threatening to drag down Eliza’s popularity.
Why She’s at Muse Academy Lunar: She’s always been slightly worried about her twin, since she realizes that her twin is much smarter and more talented, and if Alyssa wanted to, she could move into the spotlight. Eliza is determined to stop this, and is willing to go to the moon to do it, even if it would mean losing all her friends.Alyssa:
Alyssa sighed, nearly silently, watching the Earth sink below her. She’d miss Earth, although she wouldn’t miss the overlords. Actually, the only part she would miss was the flora and fauna. She knew she should say she’d miss her parents, but the truth was she wouldn’t. She certainly wouldn’t have missed Eliza, who always seemed to have a certain disdain for her. But she wasn’t given the chance. She had thought, for eight glorious days, that Eliza was remaining on earth. Why did they have to decide to send her? But she wasn’t going to let her excitement get spoiled by Eliza’s presence. She was sure that this time, she could be her own person.Eliza:
Eliza glanced over at Alyssa, across the walkway from her. She was the reason Eliza had to leave behind all her friends, the origin of nearly all her suffering. She had managed to eke out a reputation as something other than, ‘that silent freak’s sister’ and even become one of the most popular people in the class. And now she had to start all over again, or risk being second to Alyssa on vacation, since after all, how many of the people had been to the moon? Alyssa would be mobbed by people wanting her friendship, and Eliza would be left in the dust. She could never stand that. She leaned back in her seat, and wondered what MAL would be like. She hoped it wasn’t a school full of brainiacs, she really preferred letting her grades fall down to their natural level. Although she couldn’t get kicked out of here… Well, she could deal with this. She could deal with everything.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 15:20232- If it’s not a problem, could you stick to one? There are already a LOT of characters, and it gets confusing.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 17:16232- You need to have your characters catch up, or already be there.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 17:34Prak, Klara and the others traipsed back to Chad’s empty classroom. The white-robed muse of hardware was hunched over a small computer chip, and was fixing it and making sparks as he worked.
“What’s that?” asked Klara.
“Nothing,” said Chad, shoving it hurriedly under his robes.
“No, really, what is it?” Klara had sworn that it looked like an internal memory circuit.
“It’s a project, nothing for you to be worried about,” said Chad, who looked nervous.
“That’s a hard drive chip,” she said accusingly. “They’re only used in mechanical artificial agents, like…”
“Robots.”
“Why?” asked someone. “Why are you making a hard drive chip for a robot?”
“It’s my task,” he said, “and if you know what’s best for you, you’ll stay out of this.”
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 18:08(( Can I ask who else is with Prak and Klara???))
“Klara, I think we shouldn’t worry about that right now,” He wanted to avoid that subject,” let’s just get everyone safe from the robots.”
“Why? They aren’t dangerous they just give-out bad grades!” Klara was confused.
Prak thought. She was right. He would have to demonstrate the robots’ power.
“You’re right… Let’s all go to history,” Prak had an idea.
“Okay, Prak,” Klara was worried about Prak. He was acting wierdly.
RING. RING. It was Prak’s MO.
“Who is it?” asked Klara.
“It’s just a trivial text message,” Prak responded quickly.
“ok…”
The screen said. GET TO THE HISTORY CLASS, WE SHALL DEMONSTRATE THERE.
Prak replied, OK. How did they know that? Prak was even scared now.
Is there something going on? Why aren’t I in the loop?
It was Prak’s plan. Oh well, maybe it was nothing.
Prak’s group was walking toward the classroom. The incadescent lights started to flicker randomly.
“What’s going on?” someone shouted.
“Calm down! Calm down! The robots are probably messing with the lights!” Prak reassured. But he was really trying to get people afraid of the robots. Just adding to the excitement. His plan was working.
They kept heading down the hall. Klara was really suspicious now.
“What’s going on, Prak?” She assumed he knew.
“How am I supposed to know?” He responded absent-mindedly.
“ANSWER ME CORRECTLY,” Klara was fed up.
Prak stopped and turned around,”Are you accusing me of something?” he said with a frown.
“I AM” She replied.
((I’m so excited!!! I think I went too far. I’ll end Prak’s evilness soon…))
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 18:47“How exactly do you know what’s going on?” Klara asked, in a tone that was likely a bit too accusatory. “Did you intercept something along the way here that you didn’t tell us about?”
Prak seemed to be thinking, and then said. “Yeah…an interception. That’s what happened.”
“Why didn’t you tell us earlier?” she cried, a bit too relieved. “What did you find out?”
“I found out that, uh…the robots are going to have a meeting in the home ec classroom,” he said.
“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go bash them!” There were cries of agreement from the rest of the group, but Prak said hurriedly, “No, it’s too dangerous. Let’s go to the history room so that we can be totally safe.”
“Okay, then,” Klara frowned. Something seemed fishy here. But she consented in following everyone else down the hall to the history room.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 19:04Prak was acting very odd. Almost… guilty.
I pursed my lips thoughtfully. I noticed Klara frowning.
Looks like she suspects something, too.
I caught her eye and raised an eyebrow, indicating Prak. She shrugged and shook her head.
Prak looked back at Klara, looking a little worried, and I decided not to be subtle.I walked up to him and poked him in the chest. “What aren’t you telling us?!” I said angrily.
A look of panic flitted across his face, to be replaced by defensiveness.
“What are you talking about?!” Prak said.
“You know something, and you’re keeping it from us.” I stated, “What is it?”
“Nothing!!” he said, “What would I be keeping from you?”
“I, I don’t know! But I know you are!” I said, now starting to question whether he did know something.
Prak saw that I wasn’t sure of myself anymore, and a look of triumph and relief flashed on his face. He walked away, a little smugly.That convinced me. He knew something.
And I’d thought I could trust him.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 19:17Eric went up to Klara. “Is it just me, or is Prak acting a little… oddly? And it seems like Chad is in on this too… I doubt we can trust any of the Muses now. We’ll have to report this to the police or… or something. If Tardiff gains a foothold on the Moon and the Resistance holdouts in New Zealand, it’s all over.”
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 19:24))Well… I guess I could… I’m getting attached to the conflict though… Well, I’ll fade Eliza into the background until we lose most of the people. They’ll fade away soon, no worries. *beam*((
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 19:40((Ack.))
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 19:42241- I know! I thought maybe people would want to RP the first day, get a feel for their characters, but nooo…
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 20:51Ack. I just give up. -gives up- If anyone wants to participate in a slow RPG, contact me.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 20:57There’s always Our Reclusive Gardens.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 21:04242: I’m sorry. My fault. *hangs head in shame*
244: Ah, but RG has adventures too.
We need an MA RPG that has no adventures. Just a school, and that’s it. Nothing more. Please? I promise I won’t wreck it.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 22:15But see, we’ve tried it at least twice. RPG Alternative, Our Reclusive Gardens… Both have exploded, for lack of a better word.
I don’t mind a fast-moving, action-packed RPG, but sometimes you need a break.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 22:19(246) Actually, Our Reclusive Gardens was never meant to be an RPG. It was simply a daydream, a getaway that developed some activities on the side that were sort of RPGish.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 22:27247- Even quasi-RPGs suffer from it, don’t they?
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 22:38(248) Yes, people have a hard time containing their excitement — which isn’t a bad thing. But even better when you can learn to vary the rhythm. Maybe there’s a way to structure an RPG so that the form itself will slow the pace? Something to think about. Function follows form at least as much as the other way around.
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in March 8th, 2009 @ 22:39I don’t mean an RPG with NO adventures, I just mean one that moves a little more slowly and on in which you don’t have to powerplay in order to be noticed.
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in March 9th, 2009 @ 08:05((I’ll try to take away some of the pressure…))
Mira:
“So robots are taking over the school and (muhaha) the world. Oooh- the bell again ! D’you guys know what that means ?” I asked, then answered the question myself.“Lunch ! Let the robots take over if they want- first we eat ! There’s no reason why we shouldn’t have a last supper, well lunch. And we couldn’t finish our strawberry thing since the teacher exploded. Now we must save the world. But the bell rang, so we´re “off the clock!”. Now let’s go have fun!”
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in March 9th, 2009 @ 08:35“Okay,” said Klara, gla to have something else to focus on. The group made its’ way to the lunch hall.
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in March 9th, 2009 @ 09:32“Are you all crazy?” Eric shouted, but they were already gone. “‘Off the clock’ my euph,” he muttered. “I can’t trust the Muses, I can’t trust the teachers… I’ll have to get out of the Academy.”
He began to run, leaping around, over and sometimes straight through startled students. The West airlocks weren’t far away, and if he could get past them, he’d be in one of the better areas of the colony.
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in March 9th, 2009 @ 15:04From there… he didn’t know. Call the police, the Lunar Guard? The sooner the news got out to the New Zealand Resistance, the better. Bo, Feather and Mimi might already have betrayed them. He pulled out his mO, but service was cut off. He was hardly surprised. The campus was no longer safe.
The west locks were straight ahead now. Closed, but that was only routine maintenance on the corridor beyond. They’d open again in a few seconds, surely.
Then two teachers stepped out from around the corner, faces curiously blank, carrying stun guns.
Caking wung buttons, Eric thought. They’re holding every kid in the Academy hostage. And now they know someone knows about it…
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♫ Agrrrfishi {Aggie}♫, also known as Rosa, Zena, Klara, Jean, Psyche etc.
in March 9th, 2009 @ 16:14“Wait..” Klara said, looking around at the group. “Where’s Eric?”
Everyone looked around, shrugging and muttering. Then, someone spotted a group of stunned-looking frazzled kids.
“Have you seen a guy run past?” asked Bellis.
“Yeah,” replied one girl. “That way.” She pointed down the hall towards the west airlocks. Klara groaned.
“Oh no,” she said. “We’ve let him get off on his own. What if something bad happened to him?”
“Relax,” said Prak hurriedly. “Let’s keep going…”
“No!” cried Klara. “I’m worried. I’m going after him.” And she dashed back down the hallway.
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in March 9th, 2009 @ 17:33This thread accumulated 44 posts in almost a year. Then I mentioned an RPG and it accumulated 211 posts in about a month.
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Eric turned around only to hear two ominous clicks from behind him. Then someone splashed a bucket of water over him. His day was just getting better and better.
“Sorry, Eric,” Klara said sheepishly. “I just wanted to make sure those robot teachers were… um… why aren’t they exploding?”
Eric turned around. The “teachers” were definitely soggy, but all too intact, and their fingers were quivering on the triggers.
“Come with us now,” the one on the left said, in a horrible parody of Miss Bell’s voice… but a recognizable parody. They were becoming more advanced.
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in March 9th, 2009 @ 17:34((OK, I’m sorry I made it all robot-ish… I’m just like that. I promise that after this little dilema we can a laugh and eat pie and junk…))
((I’ll be right back…Gotta eat pasta!))
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in March 9th, 2009 @ 18:14257- ‘S OK. I’m actually enjoying this story arc now that I understand what’s going on and it makes a bit of sense.
Suggestion: Chad and Pwt seem to be in on the robot plot, but we don’t know about Urania. Perhaps she escaped Tardiff’s programming somehow? She’d be a valuable ally at this point.
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in March 9th, 2009 @ 19:19258- So the goal now should be to contact Urania, right?
Klara whispered to Eric, “Might I make a suggestion here?”
“What?” he hissed.
“RUN!!!!”
The two sprinted as fast as was humanly possible the opposite direction down the hallway, turning corners without even looking as the mad teacher nipped ruthlessly at their heels with the stun guns.
“Where-OW-are-OW-we-OW-going?” cried Eric once they were halfway down an unfamiliar corridor marked with strange foreign language symbols.
“Away-OW-from there!” Klara yelled. “Keep running!”
They ran and ran until theirs were the only footsteps left in the corridor. They had left the demon teachers far behind them, lost somewhere in the halls.
“What are we going to do?” Klara panted.
“We have to tell someone,” Eric gasped, out of breath. Klara knew that she had never sprinted that much in her life, and the enforced artificial gravity wasn’t doing them much good.
“Who’s there to tell? Everyone here is either…a robot or working f-for them,” huffed Klara.
“We’ve got to call the police, the lunar enforcement agency, anyone! They’re taking the entire lunar academy hostage!” Eric was in a fit of hysterics.
“The New Zealand resistance?” suggested Klara. “My parents are there.”
“We can’t contact them,” said Eric. “Our mO’s are down now.”
“There’s got to be a communications base around here somewhere!” said Klara. “Or else, how would the robots be getting their energy? One main control chip isn’t enough to completely power a robot.”
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in March 9th, 2009 @ 21:09259- Well, we still think she’s probably crazed like the other Muses.
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in March 10th, 2009 @ 07:20Mira:
I saw two robots lead Eric and Klara away. I was hiding behind a bank of lockers, trying to be really quiet. Thankfully the robots were busy. My heavy book bag hurt my shoulder, but I didn’t want to move and give myself away. The robots turned a corner. There were sounds of echoing footsteps and shouting. I slumped to the floor, trying to make myself small. My book bag hit the floor and spewed open. Textbooks, snacks, pencils, a half-eaten bar of chocolate and a Mo. My muse organizer ! I grabbed it and shook it, then prayed:Oh-electric-Mo,
Forgive-me-i-have-forgotten-about-thee-and-never-charged-thee-and-eew-though-art-covered-in-gum-nevermind-just-work-once-pweaseDecidedly, I’d skipped sunday school once to often. The thing just announced “No battery” and gave me the cold shoulder. Then I had an idea. If I could find the principals office, there’d be the big computer terminal where I could call someone. I set off in a random direction.
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in March 10th, 2009 @ 20:41Two students ran off. He told the group of students to stay.
“GET BACK HERE!” Prak screamed. This wasn’t good. He raced after them. He lost them, but soon after he saw a robot dragging them to him. He smiled.
“Hello,” Prak smirked.
Klara whispered to Eric,”Why aren’t they grabbing him?” As if Prak couldn’t hear her.
“WhAt sHoULd wE dO WitH tHEm?” Asked the robot holding Eric.
“WHAT!?” Klara screamed.
Prak smirked again.
Klara wanted answers,”EXPLAIN!”
“Alright, I geuss you’re no harm to me anymore… When I first got to MAL, I was thinking that I would have a boring, regular semester. So I thought up a fantasy plan during our first period. It was a simple, fantatic plan. I already knew that half the teachers were roots. It was so simple to find out. The teachers in the hallway were stiff and beeping. So while gym I-”
“You didn’t leave the gym!” Klara stated.
“I was never in the gym.” Prak said calmly, with a bigger smirk.
“HUH!?” Eric said in unison with Klara.
“Here’s the brilliant part,” He couldn’t help admiring himself,” that was a robot.”
“WHAT!?”
“I programmed it to be a wonderful pie-thrower, because I looked at the lesson plan to see what we would be doing, and I knew it would involve pies…
“So anyway, I snuck into the control room. It was easy to get past the robots. I found Chad and Pwt there, and surprisingly, they decided to help me! Then we programmed the robots to fail all students for even the smallest reasons. This would scare people. We predicted that you would find out about them being robots…”
“So what now?” asked Eric.
“Oh, just take over the school, and maybe the moon,”
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?”
“Nothing, I just like a little excitement! Take them to the locked corridor in the control room.”
The robots dragged tham away,”YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS!!!!” Shouted Klara.
Prak quickly ran back to the confused group of students.
“What’s going on?!” screamed Bellis.
“The robots caught them…” Prak said gloomily.
All the students looked even more scared now.
“So stay with me now!” Prak commanded.
Everyone mumbled agreements.
“Come on, let’s get to the history classroom now.”
((And by the way, I need you two to stay in the control room until Prak gets put in there. To pass the time you could make some romance? Then there could be some competition… But yeah, stay there. I won’t be long.))
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in March 10th, 2009 @ 21:23“This is ridiculous,” Eric snarled. “High school sophomores don’t just decide to randomly take over a celestial body! Someone put him up to this. Maybe the Muses. Or maybe he’s a robot, too.”
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in March 10th, 2009 @ 22:03I slipped off from the group quietly. I didn’t trust Prak at all anymore.
I crept down the hallway that I had seen the robot teachers go down with Eric and Klara in tow.“Someone put him up to this. Maybe the Muses. Or maybe he’s a robot, too.” I heard Eric say.
“Want me to pour water on him?” I said sarcastically.
Eric jumped, and turned around.
“That was, uncharacteristically quiet of you.” Klara said.
Eric scowled at me; “Are you in on this too?” he growled.
I shook my head silently. Just then the robo-teachers turned around and I ducked into a side hallway. When the sound of footsteps started to fade away I ran after them.Pulling out a small swiss-army knife from my backpack, I gave it to Eric and held out my hand.
“You think I’m a robot? Poke me- I’ll bleed.”
Eric paled a bit, and handed back the knife to me.
“I believe you.” he said.
“Good. Because the sight of blood makes me queasy,” I stated.
I put the knife back in my backpack and padded softly after Klara and Eric.“I can distract the teachers so you can get away,” I offered.
Klara looked like she was about to agree, but shut her mouth when Eric said, “No, wait, I want to see what’s going on first.”
I shrugged and continued following them at a safer distance from the robots.((The robo-teachers know I’m there, they’re getting reinforcements for later and will keep me hostage with Eric and Klara. I would write that, but I have go to bed. ‘Night!))
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in March 11th, 2009 @ 07:01Klara, Eric and Bellis trailed the robots down the hall. They then turned a corner, and disappeared through a metal door.
“Catch it!” hissed Eric, but before Klara could reach, the door slammed shut.
“Cake,” Klara sighed, slumping against the wall. “There’s nothing we can do. We’re trapped.” She put her head in her hands. Claustrophobia was settling in on the small locked corridor.
“We can’t just sit here,” said Eric, “we’ve got to get out.”
“As far as I can see, there’s no way to escape,” said Bellis. “There aren’t even any keyholes; these doors lock automatically!”
“Well, they have to leave somehow,” said Eric.
“Who knows,” Klara sighed. Her face was pale. “I don’t feel good.
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in March 11th, 2009 @ 08:57Eric glanced at Klara. It was hard to tell in the meager light, but she looked a bit queasy. “No way to override the locks,” he said. “No way to communicate… And Prak’s in on it too. I think- ”
Then the door swung open to admit a very familiar figure.
Eric seized the telescope from Urania’s hands and swung it at his adversary’s head, but was blocked effortlessly. “Stop!” she gasped. “I’m not crazy! I don’t know why! Pwt and Chad threw me out when they saw!”
“Expect me to believe that?” Eric snarled.
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in March 11th, 2009 @ 10:48Mira:
I find a power socket and plug in my Mo. The screen lights up. I have 426 missed calls, dating from 2006 to yesterday. It really has been a long time since I last charged this thing ! No wonder my old friends had seemed to forget about me. I ignored all of them and went through my numbers- which of the muses should I call. Turns out there wasn’t much of a choice. The only number I had was Feathers, since my mother had a thing about gardening and I’d copied her number list. Thankfully, the call went through.“Feather, d’you have any robot-eating plants I could borrow ?”
((The robots wouldn’t have blocked Feathers number since he’s pretty useless. Should Feather come and help, or should the robots or Prak capture Mira ???))
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in March 11th, 2009 @ 11:07))Sorry I vanished. I’ve decided I was in different classes from you guys until now.((
Alyssa came in behind Urania. The astronomy class had been unexpectedly ended a half-hour before it was supposed to. She came in quietly just in time to see a boy she’d seen earlier swing a telescope at Urania. Grabbing it when it bounced off Urania’s arm, she wrenched it out of the boy’s hand. “If we can’t believe her, who can we believe!?” She had seen the Poetry teacher blow up, heard the others as well. Something was going on. But this boy was blaming Urania, who had always been her favorite muse, for something others had done. “Stop!” she repeated.
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in March 11th, 2009 @ 15:29“We can’t believe anyone right now,” Eric replied, grabbing back the telescope. “Don’t you understand what’s going on? We have a hostage situation on our hands!”
“We know,” replied Urania. “The entire New Zealand resistance knows. They’re currently in a battle with infiltrating robots as we speak. What we need is to keep you all safe.”
“What about Chad and Pwt?” asked Bellis.
“I don’t know,” she replied, watching Eric with a wary eye. “The Chad and Pwt-bots may be malfunctioning as a result of the faulty signal all the robots disguised as teacher are giving off, which leaves their control in the hands of who-ever’s commanding the robots. And we have a pretty good idea who that is.”
“Tardiff,” snarled Eric.
“I see you’re catching on,” said Urania, giving him a sly look. She then walked over to Klara, who was still huddled on the ground and looked the color of a ghost covered in flower and chalk dust.
“You friend is claustrophobic?” she asked Eric, Bellis and the newcomer. They nodded.
“What do you say I get you out of-” she began, and then the door slammed open against the wall with a loud and ominous crash. Prak strutted into the room, surrounded by robot teachers.
“Give us Urania, and nobody gets hurt,” he said.
“Never,” said Alyssa.
Klara sat up, looking him straight in the face with her stunning blue eyes, and said in a quavering tone, “I trusted you, and you’ve betrayed me. Haven’t you?”
His face softened, but still there was that look of evil in his face. Klara placed her head back in her hands. The room was spinning. She couldn’t breathe.
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in March 11th, 2009 @ 16:52269- ((Just so you know, Chad and Pwt are more like bio-engineered humans than robots.))
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in March 11th, 2009 @ 17:32((270- Oh. Nevermind then!))
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in March 12th, 2009 @ 13:36Mira:
I ran to the chemistry lab and grabbed a phial. Then I ran to the others, coming up behind Prak. I held the phial over his head.“Let my friends go, or I’ll pour, umm, I’m not quite sure what it is, but it has the “dangerous” label on it.”
Prak just laughed. “My robots will exterminate you and your friends if you hurt me.” he said.
“But then you’d be a blob of disgusting gloop, so it’s useless. I mean, it’s useless conquering the world if you’re dead.”
“Knowing you, that’s just H2O.” he bluffed.
“Well, I think we’ll know soon !” I told him.
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in March 12th, 2009 @ 18:09Prak left the students and got to the room where they were holding the hostages.
((I’m just going to skip a bit…))
Mira was right behind him. Prak turned around to see what she wanted.
Etc.
“Knowing you that’s just H2O,” He bluffed.
“Well, I think we’ll know soon !” Mira told him.
She poured the substance. Prak quickly dodged it and commanded the robots to capture her.
“nO, YoU hAvE BEEn DELeTeD,”
“What?” Prak asked.
The robots grabbed him and Mira and threw them into the “dungeon.” They shut the door.
Everyone stared at Prak angrily. This wasn’t good. He was stuck in a room full of people hated him deeply. Eric cracked his knuckles.
“I geuss that you were just part of the plan.” Eric smirked.
“I-I-l-l can g-g-get y-you out of h-here,” Prak said.
Klara looked interested,” What?”
“I-l-l-l-l c-can get you out,”
“How?”
“I-I-I have a passcard” He was taking control again.
“Then open THE DOOR!” Mira commanded.
“Well, on one conditio-”
“NO CONDITIONS!” Eric was fed up with this guy. He jumped on Prak and grabbed the card.
Prak’s improv hadn’t worked.
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in March 12th, 2009 @ 18:20Great. And now they were in a cell.
Eric and Prak got into a loud scuffle. Klara was terribly claustrophobic, and the cell was tiny. She screamed as loud as her small lungs could allow her, “ STOP, RIGHT NOW!!!”
All movement in the room stopped. Somewhere, a piece of glass cracked and fell to the floor.
“Whoa,” said Prak.
“Was that glass?” said Eric, interested.
“Yes,” said Mira. “This mirror here…” she pointed to a small square of mirrored glass, the size of a tiny window, “I think it leads outside, to the foreign language corridor.”
“Maybe we can get someone to help us out,” said Eric, clearly excited.
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in March 12th, 2009 @ 19:32((Can someone write me into, uh, somewhere? *is confuzzled*))
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in March 12th, 2009 @ 19:54((OK, thanks, Aggie– now I got this.))
Where is everybody?I went to lunch, just like Mira said, but when I got back to the table everyone was gone.
I’d eaten my lunch all by myself, groaning all the way, but now I had Spanish. I only had to ask a… few… people for directions.
As I walked down the hall, I heard a muffled yell:
“STOP, RIGHT NOW!”
“WHO’S THERE?” I shouted, spinning around.
“Eric!”
“Klara!”
“Mira!”
“Pr-mff!”
“Prak, is that you?” I asked. “What did you do???”
“Nothing,” called Eric. “Just plotted to take over the Moon and got us stuck in here, that’s all.”
“Can you PLEASE stop that?” said Klara. “I’m getting really, really, really claustrophobic.”
“How can I get you out?” I yelled.
“There’s a window up there,” screamed Mira.
“What does THAT do?” said a male voice.
“Shut up, Prak,” said another.
“STOP IT!” gasped Klara. “I’ve GOT to get out of here!”
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in March 12th, 2009 @ 21:18Prak and Eric were about to rip each other to pieces. I shoved them both to opposite sides of the cell, yelling: “Stay!”
I turned to the window. “Can you see any doors or hatches near the window? We’re rather stuck.”
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in March 12th, 2009 @ 22:28Eric turned his gaze on Prak. He didn’t say anything, but he hoped the kid would get the message. This isn’t over, traitor.
He turned to the window as well, hoping to hear the next message from the student outside.
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in March 12th, 2009 @ 23:01((Yeep! I don’t know where I am! *improvises*))
I had eaten lunch in the library, and was now heading to German, munching absently at a leftover cookie. I heard some calls at the far end of the hall, near the Japanese room. Sabrina was there, and I raced over there. “What’s going on?” I asked.
“Ask them,” Sabrina replied, gesturing toward a point in the wall.
“Ask who?”
“Speak louder.”
“HEY! WHAT’S GOING ON?!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
“Who’s that?” I barely recognized the muffled version of Eric’s voice that came through the wall.
“Zinc!” I shouted back.
“How’d you get here?” Mira this time.
“I was eating a cookie and meandering! What of it?”
“Can you just get us out?! I rather claustrophobic,” yelled a rather nervous voice; Klara.
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in March 13th, 2009 @ 14:19“What are we going to do?” I asked Zinc. “Everyone’s going nuts in there. Eric and Prak hate each other, Klara is getting really claustrophobic, and Bellis and Mira have no idea what to do.”
“Do you see any doors or hatches near the window?” called Bellis.
I looked. “Just a corkboard–oh!”
Zinc’s face lit up. “Get it off the wall!” she said.
“What’s going on?” called Mira.
“We think there might be something under the corkboard,” Zinc called back. “It’s kind of heavy for Moon gravity, isn’t it, Sabrina?”
I nodded. “One, two, THREE!” I said, shoving up on the corkboard. There was some resistance and a ripping noise, and Zinc and I were left staring at a square of corkboard much smaller than the original.
“We found something!” we shrieked.
I yanked at the gray cork material. It came off easily. The good news: it revealed a square door just big enough to crawl through. The bad news: the door was locked.
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in March 13th, 2009 @ 16:16“We found something!” yelled Sabrina and Zinc.
“What?” cried Eric.
“It’s a door, I think! But it won’t open!” They tried fruitlessly to open the locked door. Then, Klara’s suffocating brain hatched an idea. She pulled the bobby pin from her hair that was holding it up, and her brown hair fell down around her face as she passed it out the small window.
“Can you pick the lock?” she asked faintly.
“Yeah!” said Zinc. She fiddled with the bobby pin, and then there was a loud click. The door swung open. All of the captives flooded out the door.
“YAY!” said Mira, rejoicing in the hall with a little happy jig.
“Phew,” gasped Klara, sucking in the fresh air.
“What should we do with him?” Eric pointed a finger with Prak, who was staring at them in slight disbelief.
“We can’t just leave him,” Klara said anxiously.
“I don’t know,” said Eric, who looked as though that was exactly what he wanted to do.
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in March 13th, 2009 @ 17:29((At this point, mechanical locks are probably obsolete, but whatever.))
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in March 13th, 2009 @ 18:51Prak was ashamed. His reign of power was over. nobody would let him get there again. But at least he could try and reedeem himself.
They all crawled out of the cell.
“Where do you think you’re going?” asked Eric.
“I’m going to fix this mess,”
“You think we’re gonna’ let you?”
Prak had obviously not thought this through, so he ran. He was quite the runner, even though he despised it. When he needed it, he could do it. Eric couldn’t catch up. He went back to the small group.
Prak was alone now. He jogged over to the control room. He glanced quickly inside. It was Chad. It hit Prak hard when he noticed that Chad was different from this morning.
How had he not noticed it before? He was a robot.
Prak knew that he was probably water-proof so he thought up a plan. He walked inside casually.
“Hello, Chad. The students are secure in the History classroom,”
“What are you doing here?” The robot obviously was high-tech. It was acting normally, and cooly, but it knew that Prak shouldn’t be there.
“I’m reporting that we are now on stage 2, sir,”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes,” The robot had to process the situation,”OK, type in the sequence to activate the demonstration phase.”
The robots obviously knew the code, or they wouldn’t have locked him up. And Chad was probably having some network troubles, because he didn’t know that he had already been locked up. Chad was trying to play along.
“Alright,” Prak walked over to the computer and typed in the code and commands.
“Very good, now, if you would just follow-” The speaker box turned off. As did the entire robot. All of the super-computer robots were shut down. Because of the network problems, Prak couldn’t shut off the servant robots. There were hundreds of them. But Prak was still confused.
Where was Chad?
Where was the real Pwt?
They were currently in a cell similar to the previous one that the group of students were in. Except no one knew that. And they were knocked out.
But the biggest question was, WHO WAS IN CHARGE????
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in March 14th, 2009 @ 08:23Alyssa crawled out of the cell with the rest of them. She muttered “Wonderful” under her breath, seeing that now they were out, but the traitor person had escaped, and they had lost Urania, to who-knows-where. She could think of several other things to be frustrated about if she tried, but she didn’t right now. Besides, that wouldn’t help anything. They needed a leader now. Someone to take charge, that could lead. Not her, she could never do that though.
“Um… Guys?”
Everybody was arguing, or talking, and they didn’t hear her quiet comment. She tried again, louder.
“Guys?”
Still too quiet.
“GUYS!”
She had to shout it this time. But she got attention. Now everybody’s eyes were on her. She suddenly got quite nervous.
“Um… We need to figure out what we’re doing next, and elect a leader…”
Everybody stared at her for a moment or two, saw the sense in what she was saying, and began arguing again, this time about who to elect leader. This isn’t doing anything. She thought in frustration. Raising her voice again, she told them, “First thing is to elect a temporary leader to direct discussion. I vote… Her.” She pointed at Zinc. Now, if she was lucky, She would take over the planning process.
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in March 14th, 2009 @ 10:02Over the hubbub that had arisen, Alyssa said, quite nervously, “First thing is to elect a temporary leader to direct discussion. I vote… her.” She pointed at me.
“What.” I said. It wasn’t a qustion, nor a statement, but a disbelieving word.
“Um, yeah,” Alyssa said, fiddling with her hair. “I mean, with the corkboard and picking the lock and stuff, but if you don’t want to…”
I shrugged. “Kinda. Maybe.”
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in March 17th, 2009 @ 18:08((OK, DON’T FORGET ABOUT MUSE ACADEMY LUNAR!!!! POST HERE))
(I would continue, but I think you should elect a leader first…)
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in March 17th, 2009 @ 19:33286- I think it’s natural for an RPG to slow down a bit after the first few days. It’s also probably a good thing. Now I’ll finally be able to keep up.
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in March 18th, 2009 @ 12:27Mira:
“Isn’t this the part where we’re supposed to heroically rescue the Muses and beat up Prak, after the muses give him a special medal for a successful science project ?” I asked.“Mira, Prak just tried to TAKE OVER MA ! That’s not a science project !” explained Eric.
“But you have to admit, the robots are kinda cool. Speaking of evil you-flunk robots, where are they ?”
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in March 21st, 2009 @ 16:31Prak decided to run back to the group of kids who looked like they were fighting.
“I’m back!” Prak said excitedly.
“Oh, now everything is better…” said Eric.
“Why did you come back?” Klara asked. She thought it odd that Prak came back to people that wanted to rip him into shreads.
“I wanted to tell that I shut down the commander robots!”
“What?” They said together.
“You know, Chad, Pwt, and any other main robots. The rest aren’t water-proof so I think we can take them!”
They all stared at him in amazement,”Well, we still need a leader…”
“Well, I do know the best about the plan-” Prak got cut off.
“What makes you think that the main robots would tell a disposable pawn, their plan!?” said Mira. Prak had not recognized her. She was obviously a bit more perceptive as the others; they had been starting to agree with Prak. Of course, Prak knew this too, but he wanted to use his evilness to his advantage.
((It’s been three days now, so I went ahead to remind some musers about MAL))
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in March 21st, 2009 @ 18:40Klara looked at Prak with her knee-weakening blue eyes. A minute ago he had tried to kill her, and now he was trying to save them. She thought it was strange, but they had no choice but to believe him. Strangely, Klara would have believed him without proof.
“What makes you think that the main robots would tell a disposable pawn their plan!?” Mira cried. Klara snapped out it.
“I rather agree,” she nodded. She shot him a look that said, “You know I want to trust you, but…”
“Believe me,” he said, returning the look, “I’m sure of this. I won’t let you down.”
“You already did,” said Eric, who was standing by with a skeptical expression on his place face. “Mira’s right? How can we trust him without plausible proof?”
“I’ll show you,” Prak said, and before the group could reply, he ran away. A few minutes later, he returned with a pail of water. “Okay, now we wait,” he said.
“For what?” Zinc looked bored and exasperated. “C’mon, guys. You know we can’t trust him.”
“Watch,” said Prak. He pressed a small button on his wristwatch and said into it,” We’ve got escapees in the language hallway! Come alone!” Then, he gave Klara the pail. “Stand by the door,” he said.
She walked over the the shut language hall door. She stood, apprehensive, waiting to toss the bucket, when…
BAM! The door swung open. Instantly, she tossed the pail of water over the rogue robot’s head. It gave a shudder, a hiss, and then collapsed on the floor. Dead as a doornail.
“See?” said Prak triumphantly. “I told you I wasn’t lying.”
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in March 21st, 2009 @ 19:42“Alright, so it worked,” I said; “This time. But what if this is just a plan to get us to trust him so he can betray us again?”
Even as I was speaking, Klara shook her head. “No, listen. I really think that this time he’s telling the truth.”
Prak smiled at her gratefully.I raised an eyebrow, but didn’t argue. Maybe he had changed his ways. How was I to know?
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in March 25th, 2009 @ 16:54((Wait, what happened? *needs to catch up*))
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in March 28th, 2009 @ 16:26((HELLO!!!!!! POOOOOOOOOST HEEEEEEEERE!!!!!!!!!))
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in March 29th, 2009 @ 04:25Mira:
“We’ll take you with us… but Eric will guard you. Any wrong move, and you’re fishbait. Now, tell us where the other robots are.”
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in March 29th, 2009 @ 11:36((Sorry guys, I haven’t been here all week. I was rehearsing everyday for the school play…))
Prak:
“I sent them to…” Prak stopped. They weren’t going to like this,”into the history classroom…”
At first no one understood, then Klara widened her eyes, “WHAT!?”
“We were planning to capture the students there…”
“OH, THIS IS JUST PEERFECT!!!!” ERic shouted sarcastically.
((I’ll be back, gotta go do the last performance! ))
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in April 4th, 2009 @ 12:07((It’s time for people to come back now!!!!!!!!!!!!))
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in April 4th, 2009 @ 14:11((Quite agreed! COME BACK! Sorry I haven’t been here, I hadn’t seen any posts on the side bar. I think I’ll put this on the DFTT list, so I ‘don’t forget this thread’ (heeheehee) Oh, and if it’s alright, I think I’ll put Eliza back in, in the history classroom.))
ALYSSA:
Alyssa sighed in frustration. They didn’t appear to have decided on a leader, and where did this go without one? She reflected for a moment on whether she wished she was Eliza, so she could tell them that, no, they really needed a leader, but decided she’d really rather be herself.((More later. Must get off.))
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in April 13th, 2009 @ 07:20Mira:
“Wonderful ! Now how can we stop them, because I have bad news for you: if they start shooting at us, I’ll make sure that you’re first in the line of fire.”
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in April 20th, 2009 @ 15:57Prak was starting to hate the hatred that everyone had for him. He shrugged it off, because he knew that he deserved it.
“Wonderful ! Now how can we stop them, because I have bad news for you: if they start shooting at us, I’ll make sure that you’re first in the line of fire.”
“If we get there before reinforcements show up, we can defeat the robots that are already there. (That’s a que for everyone in the History room)”
But of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. A group of about 30 robots rushed into the hallway, staring at Prak.
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in April 22nd, 2009 @ 16:10((IT IS TIME TO COME BACK NOW!!!!!! THIS THREAD MUST LIIIIIIVE!!!!!
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in April 22nd, 2009 @ 17:34“I thought you didn’t call for reinforcements…” said Mira, shaking her head.
“Well, you were the ones that assumed they would LISTEN,” Prak hissed back.
“Got any more water?” said Klara, quaking as the menacing robots advanced.
“No, but we have something better, ” said Eric, pointing to a rope near Klara’s right side. “The pool is above. This hallway was once a drainage system. The drains are at the other end, and we can escape through the door to the Social Studies wing.”
The group kept backing up, and the robots switched their lasers to stun mode.
“When I say go…” said Eric, as the robots drew closer to the drainage trapdoor,” pull the rope and then we all have to run as fast as we can. Agreed?”
“Yeah,” came a general murmur from the others.
“Ready…”
The robots glared suspiciously…
“Set…”
They switched into kill mode, glowing red and drawing beams of red light towards the students…
“Go!”
Klara pulled on the rope with all her might, and the trapdoor panel fell to the floor with a loud crash as an even louder noise from the rushing water came from above. An enormous wave of water was rushing behind them.
“RUN!” screamed Zinc. The entire team scrambled the opposite direction, trying desperately to escape the rapids that had long since drowned the robots.
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in April 23rd, 2009 @ 10:53Sabrina raced away from the huge wave, dodging a floating robot. Unfortunately, she was not a runner. Nor was she a swimmer. She was, extremely unfortunately, a klutz.
She tripped over a piece of debris, falling into the water.
“Help!” she shrieked.
((If possible, could Eric save her? *wink wink*))
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in April 23rd, 2009 @ 11:24Mira:
“Somehow I’m of to a bad start at this school.” I mused, as the water washed across the hall and swept me along. “It’s my first day and I’ve already flunked three subjects, hung out with dangerous robots commanded my a maniac and flooded I school corridor. What would my old principal say ? I remember when I was called to his office… That was it ! The principals office must have some sort of weapon to use against the robots-or the lab.” I grabbed the door handle of the lab and hung on, trying to stay afloat.
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in April 23rd, 2009 @ 12:29Klara was floating along on a splintered beam of wood from the ceiling when she noticed two absences among them.
“Wait!” she cried. “Where are Mira and Sabrina?”
“I think I saw Sabrina go under!” shrieked Zinc.
Klara was not a very accomplished swimmer, and she could barely see behind her anymore. But Eric dove back under with a splash to go looking for her. Out of the corner of her eye, Klara spied Mira opening a door and going into a partially flooded room.
“Where are you-” she began. But then another large wave swept the remaining students down another corridor. Klara went briefly under, struggling beneath the waters like a drowning kitten, but then her fingers found the beam. She clutched to it for dear life.
“Gee, how much water can that pool hold?” she cried.
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in April 23rd, 2009 @ 17:28Prak just remembered something, water conducted electricity.
He suddenly went unconscious as a blast of energy zapped through him. He think he saw some others go under too, but he couldn’t do anything……
———————————————————————————————–He woke up in an office. He was in a cage. He heard a groaning next to him. It was Eric. He looked outside the cage again. He saw two other cages, but couldn’t make out what was inside. His vision was still very blurry.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps and made the split-second decision to look unconscious.
“Yes, Yes, we caught all of the rebels,” That was funny, Prak expected a robot.
“Good, now what is the next step?” Said another voice.
“We need to find the school’s launching system.” The first voice said confidently.
“What launching system?” The second voice seemed confused.
“You are not authorized to know. Now, go to your office and deal with the little troublemakers. I do’t care what you do, just get them out of the picture.”
“Yes, sir”
There was surely a lot more going on than Prak had ever known. He didn’t want anyone to know of his ignorance, so he wouldn’t tell anyone of this conversation. That was a mistake.
((You all can start waking up, now. You know, talking to each other. But the voice should come and talk to us too… (Yes, it’s a person, not just a voice) ))
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in April 24th, 2009 @ 17:16((Errrr, wait, am I in one of those cages?))
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in April 25th, 2009 @ 10:12((Yup, preferably the one right to us))
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in April 25th, 2009 @ 10:56((Okey dokey then. Shouldn’t the robots be dead?
))Everything was coming back to light in a blurry whirl…Klara opened her eyes halfway, not staring at a comforting beamed ceiling…but something flat, grey and harder than iron. She sat up very fast, and hit her head on the ceiling of a barred cage.
“OUCH!” she cried, rubbing her forehead.
“Nice of you to join us,” said a voice somewhere to her right. She looked around and saw Prak and Eric in another cage next to hers, both sitting cross-legged and leaning over just slightly so that they did not hit their heads. Prak, who had been speaking, leaned over to face her. “That plan didn’t work too well, now did it?”
“You think?” she rolled her eyes. “How on EARTH did they capture us?”
“I have no idea,” said another familiar voice. Klara then realized that Sabrina was sitting in the cage next to her.
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in April 25th, 2009 @ 10:56((My smiley didn’t work!
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in April 25th, 2009 @ 11:09It’s fixed now. You needed to add spaces between the other punctuation and the smiley code.
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in April 25th, 2009 @ 11:25Thank you
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in April 25th, 2009 @ 11:21“Ughhh, my head hurts,” Sabrina complained. “And my throat. What was IN that water?”
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in April 25th, 2009 @ 13:00((Can Mira be in the lab ? She’s a new transfer student from earth, so her data might not yet be on file/the robots might not know about her. She could help the others escape.))
Mira:
I felt…wierd. Heavy and soggy. The water ! I tried to get up and banged my head, which propelled me backwards so that I hit the floor hard, creating a small wave which I swallowed. I lie there sputtering water and feeling sick. Where was I ? Then I figured it out. I was under one of the desks in the lab. There must have been electricity in the water. Then the wave had washed me under the desk. The water was very shallow, so I hadn’t drowned, but waves would wash over me. I grabbed the desk, pulled myself out and stood up. The water was about ankle high.I sloshed through the mess and surveyed the damage. Some of the water was a purplish-red, since several phials had broken. I must have knocked down a box of them when I fell. My entire left side was purple, giving me the air of a weird alien. Oh well. But where were the others ? I grabbed as many bottles, corked phials and boxes of powders as I could stuff into my bookbag and waded out into the corridor, hoping to find the others.
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in April 26th, 2009 @ 12:46((311- Yeah, that’s a good idea. Is anyone else with the group of the electrocuted???))
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in April 26th, 2009 @ 13:06((Erm, me I s’pose.))
I came to slowly. It was all a blur of water… and then a shock… darkness…
I sat up carefully so as to not hit my head. My backpack was gone, with all its useful stuff.
“What do we do now?” I asked sullenly.((I. have. no. inspiration. RP me please, someone!))
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in April 26th, 2009 @ 14:39((No inspiration here either.))
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in April 26th, 2009 @ 19:57(( What do you mean????))
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in April 26th, 2009 @ 20:19((Writer’s block.))
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in April 27th, 2009 @ 11:37((I suppose I´ll just try to start this off. Where do you want to be ?))
Mira:
I opened the door and peeped out. At the corner, two robots were standing guard. I quickly closed it again. Even if I could overwhelm them somehow, they would sound the alert. But now I had to get out somehow… It was hot and stuffy… The ventilation shaft ! I could try and crawl up. I’d seen it in several movies. I just hoped that it would work. I put a chair on a desk, put several boxes onto that and climbed up the wobbly construction. Then I pried off the lid with my pocketknife.That’s where the cunning escape à la James Bond ceased with a clang: I´d dropped the stupid lid, which then, as usually, was just loud enough to wake the dead. I heard splashes outside and decided now was very very good time to be somewhere else. I pulled myself up, assisted by the sheer force of desperation, ignoring the loud clangs as my bags, elbows (ouch!) and feet banged against the metal shaft. I kicked the stool just before pulling my foot in, and the chair and boxes fell down. Hopefully it would take the robots a while to build something else. I wasn’t worried about them climbing into the shaft, but if they decided to take potshots at me, I was in big trouble. As soon as I came to a crossing, I paused.
Up, down or straight ahead ? Straight ahead wouldn’t get me out of the lines of fire, and if the robots managed to get into the tunnel, they would have an easier time going down then up. If they sent something small enough to climb up without problems, then I could hit it over the CPU with my bag. Besides, if I fell down it would make a big racket.
I readjusted my bag and started to climb.
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in April 27th, 2009 @ 16:06Prak:
Someone walked into the room, ignoring the continuing banging sounds. It was loud, but not that loud.
The person noticed that everyone in the cages was now awake. It was a tall man in a suit. He had grey, balding hair sleeked back with a comb. His shoes were polished and black. He didn’t look too old, but you could see in his eyes that he’d been through things.
“Hello everyone. You have been quite the trouble.” He smirked.
“No-freakin-duh, you think we’re just gunna let you take over the school!” Said Klara.
“Ooooh, so naive. You still think that is our goal, but that is just a phase! We have much bigger plans! Of course, I have not been fully informed on them yet, but all I need to know is that I need to keep you brats under control!”
“Oh great! A baby-sitter…” Prak said.
The man ignored him and said,” So make yourselves comfortable, while we continue with the plan!”Prak did not like this one bit.
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in April 29th, 2009 @ 10:18Mira:
I climbed up until I heard faint banging noises. Interesting… I took thee next right and kept going. The banging was getting louder and I heard someone talking. Some guy in a dark suit, probably very tall since I could see his head fairly closely through the mesh that covered this vent. I pried it off carefully, and stuck me head through. I could see some cages-
I recognized Prak, Klara, Eric and Sabrina. I would have waved, but the guy was done talking and started to turn around and back up. Then settled back and pulled a heavy, large jar labeled BITUMEN in big black letters. I perched in front of the hole were the mesh had been and waited for the guy in the suit to come one step closer…((I think the evil leader should tell a bit more about his plan before Mira drops in. Who exactly is trying to take over the school again ?))
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in May 1st, 2009 @ 17:27“So, who’s behind all of this? What’s going on?”
“Well! Aren’t you the curious one!” said the man,”all I can tell you is that the bunnies are involved…” He gave an evil smirk.
“Of course! I should’ve known!” Prak said, frustrated. But something wasn’t consistent…
“Wait, then who were you talking to in the hallway?” asked Prak.
Suddenly the man looked nervous,”Wh-what man?” he said skakily.
“You know who I’m talking about! You’re not telling us something important!” Prak was on a roll.
“Alright… That man is Ai.”
Prak’s eyes widened. Ai was not an intelligence system to be reckoned with. Not long ago, all artificial intelligence systems connected and shut down most computers for a very long time. Of course, they couldn’t leave the computers, so they couldn’t do much damage. So long as all the computers were off, but it was still catastrophic.
Eric, being ignorant, said,”WHO’S AI!!!!!!?”
“Oh god…” Prak said.
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in May 1st, 2009 @ 19:47“Artificial intelligence,” Klara said to Eric. “but what this man doesn’t realize is that the name AI makes no sense in relation to an actual human being! Only computers and technology have…have…” She faltered in disbelief. “Oh, no! That can only mean that the man behind us is…”
“It’s a…robot?” said Prak.
“HE is a robot.” The man stood directly in front of their cages, holding his hand out in front of him and giving it a look as though he would like to file his nails. “And HE is going to become your new teacher, principal, general manager, and all similar. So, i would suggest that you either calm yourselves down or all the scenery you’re going to be greeting in the morning are those metal bars.”
“Really,” Klara said. “That’s the best you have? A ROBOT supervisor?”
“He’s…indestructible…” The man seemed to be out of ideas. Klara couldn’t help but give a little smirk.
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in May 3rd, 2009 @ 05:58Mira:
The man faultered and stepped back. I aimed… Why did he have to be so mobile !“You don’t have any idea, do you… AI is going to record your every move. Someday it will have enough information to create a robo-clone that copies you exacty. With a bit of latex, it will be so good that it could even replace you. There would be just one difference-it obeys me, and only me. Every year, MAL students will be studied, then replaced by robo-clones. Soon we can make a base on earth. And when there are enough robo-clones, we’ll take over China, America and Russia. Then we’ll crush the remaining nations to form one robotized nation.”
“We’ll never let that happen. Never ever.” swore Klara, Prak, Eric and the others.
“You won’t have a choice. From now on, you are lab experiment no 1, no2, e.t.c… I tried bunnies, rats and mice but none of them work as well as humans.”
The speaker stepped back. I threw the jar. It hit him square on the head and he sacked to the floor, out cold. I dropped down, scraping my knee and bruising both elbows, as well as hitting myself in the stomach with my bag. Not exactly James Bond, but it wasn’t bad for a first try. I ran to the cages and pulled out a small, stoppered bottle labled FUMING NITRIC ACID and marked with a skull.
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in May 8th, 2009 @ 19:25The jar bounced of his head with a thump, and he fell, unconscious.
YES!, Prak thought. Maybe now they could get out!((Ummmmm, I don’t exactly know where you are going with the nitric acid…))
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in May 9th, 2009 @ 03:00((It dissolves all metals except gold and platinum. Just make sure you don’t get it on your hands))
Mira:
I quickly melted the lock on Erics cage, then Sabrinas, Klaras, and finally Praks.“Where are we ?” asked Klara.
“Ummm… Somewhere 3-4 rooms to the right and two floors up from the chemistry lab. I was hoping you could tell me.”
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in May 10th, 2009 @ 09:35((Eric and Prak were in the same cage by the way… Not that it matters…))
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in May 9th, 2009 @ 11:26“Eric, does your mO still work? Maybe we could get a map!” I said hopefully.
He pulled it out of his pocket and pressed a place on the touch screen. Nothing happened. He pushed a button on the side of it. Nothing happened. He shook it. Nothing happened.
“Waterlogged,” he said, shaking his head. “Won’t work.”
“Should we… go back to the chemistry lab?” Klara said tentatively.
“Um… okay… is the door locked?” asked Prak.
Of course it was.
“Well, we’ll just have to get out the way I came in!” said Mira, pointing at the ceiling.
“Um. I’m not good with heights,” I said.
“And I hate enclosed spaces,” Klara said, shuddering. “Can’t we just dissolve the stupid lock?”
“Oh, yeah!” Mira said. “Forgot about that.”
She held the jar over the doorknob and dripped some acid onto it.
Nothing happened.
“Gold doorknob,” she said by way of explanation.
“The door?”
“Won’t work.”
I’d have to face it.
I was totally going to die now.
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in May 10th, 2009 @ 09:41Prak:
“What’s the rest of the door made of?”
“Ummm, I dunno’, feels like wood… Why?” asked Sabrina.
“Maybe there is something here that can help us…” Prak started looking for a chainsaw. Surprisingly, he didn’t find one. *is sarcastic* Turns out that he wasn’t too good at real life experiences…((I’ve got more, but I have to go…))
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in May 10th, 2009 @ 11:39“Maybe we can kick it in,” Klara suggested.
“Kick it in. Yeah, that’s going to work.” Eric rolled his eyes.
“Why don’t we just see if that guy has KEYS, then?” Klara suggested, pouting a little. She was in a foul mood after being locked in a cage.
“Oh.” said Prak. “Good thinking.”
Sabrina rushed over to the man and within seconds had extracted a large key ring from his belt. “Does this look like it?” she inquired.
“Yes, but there are tons of keys there!” said Eric.
“I have an idea,” Mira put in. She walked over to the key ring. “Gold is an expensive metal. I’ll bet that most of these are fakes.” She uncorked the vial and dumped its’ contents on the ring of keys. Immediately, the entire ring of keys dissolved and crumpled to the floor. All except one.
“Hooray!” cried Klara. “Good thinking, Mira!”
“No problem,” said Mira, walking over with the key.
“Hurry,” said Prak. “He’s waking up.” The man on the floor began to twitch and stir dazedly. Klara put the key in the lock and turned. Instantly, the door swung open.
“Yay!” cried Sabrina.
“Lets go!” Klara said. The man was stumbling to his feet.
“Where do you think YOU’RE going?” he cried.
“RUN!” screamed Mira. And they did.
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in May 10th, 2009 @ 17:58((Okay, I have to admit…. THAT was pretty clever…))
They all ran. Really fast. Except for, of course, Prak. Weirdly, he didn’t feel motivated to run. So he walked, and the man quickly caught him.
“HUHA! Can’t escape me!”
“I think I can.” Prak said calmly. He flipped him. He knew karate.
The rest stared back at him in wonder.
“You know karate?!” asked Klara. Prak shrugged, and they continued their dash to the History room, where they could, hopefully, end this all.
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in May 10th, 2009 @ 19:21((*reads* *begins to giggle madly* Very… Artemis Fowl- like, Fishy. Or something.
Bellis may reappear, eventually., I guess she’s with the rest of you guys since I’ve neglected to post on here, (I’ve been lurking, though). Eh. ))
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in May 15th, 2009 @ 15:25((I love Artemis Fowl….))
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in May 14th, 2009 @ 09:02Mira:
“Okay, that was scary. Just remember that you´re on our side.” Then I saw a girl with dirty blond hair & black jeans turn the corner at a run. “Bellis !” I shouted.
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in May 14th, 2009 @ 15:21“Hi-can’t-talk-gotta-run-faster!!!” I raced ahead, hearing the others follow me. I turned down another hallway; hopefully the complicated route I was taking would shake the robot-teachers off of my tail.
Stopping abrubtly, I listened for a sign of pursuit. All was quiet.
“So where are we going anyway?” I asked.
“History classroom,” Mira said.
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in May 15th, 2009 @ 08:16((Forgot about this thread again. Alyssa’s with you guys. Or maybe she isn’t. I’ll figure something out. Gotta go now though. (Yay rhyming!)))
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in May 15th, 2009 @ 15:44They kept running to the history classroom. Then a row of robots jumped in front of them:
“DeLeTe!”
“What?” asked Eric, ignorantly.
“THEY WANT TO DELETE US,” Answered Prak.
Prak drop kicked one, and Klara poured a water bottle on another, but there were just too much.
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in May 16th, 2009 @ 07:54Alyssa:
I was running franticly down the hallway. Not screaming, but franticly all the same. There were robots behind me, of course. Turned out, there were robots in front of me too, which I didn’t see, since I was looking back. I barreled into the second group of them. Literally. I knocked down a spectacular amount, and noticed a group of kids standing there. They started to run the way I was coming from. “NO! ROBOTS!”
It wasn’t much, but it was enough. It got them running the way I had been going originally. So now I was running for my life with companions. Fun.
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KaiYves (Delta V)
in May 16th, 2009 @ 21:27((This has nothing to do with the roleplaying going on, but this thread seemed like the best place for it.))
URGENT MEMO- FOR IMMEDIATE POSTING ON ALL BULLETIN BOARDS
Below you will find some photographs related to my latest joint project with Aeiou- the supersonic transport plane (SST) Occidental Muse. It’s based on something Boeing was planning in the 70s to compete with the Concorde that never got built, with some improvements. (More legroom and an in-flight lounge with food from the H&H, to name just two.)
The Occidental Muse is designed to enable fast and comfortable transportation between the northern and southern Muse Academies. the first flight will leave Iceland sometime this summer, so arrange with the GAPAs if you want to be on board.
-Chad
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KaiYves (Delta V) Go Hubble Servicing Mission 4!
in May 17th, 2009 @ 17:17Okay, I was REALLY tired when I wrote that. I meant “Antipodal Muse”, not “Occidental Muse”. “Antipodal” means from the other side of the Earth, “Occidental” means from the west.
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in May 31st, 2009 @ 21:44Er, thanks for telling me I was catering this plane of yours. I’m willing, but it would’ve been nice if you’d asked me first. I forgive you, though.
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in May 17th, 2009 @ 01:45Mira:
I sprinted quickly, turing occasionally to throw a phial at some robot behind me. Some of them didn’t work, others turned the stricken robot into a fireball. But every time I turned to throw I lost ground, as the robots didn’t bother to even look back at their fallen companions. “We need a plan!” I panted.
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in May 23rd, 2009 @ 11:03Prak counted them. 1-2-3-4-5…… There were about 20 of them. But how could they stop them? When he kicked them, they just stood up and tried to gab him again. He was not going back into a cage. There seemed to be one in the back that was slightly larger than the rest. He was just standing there, slightly shaking as if it was computing something. Prak suddenly thought that maybe this was the modem for all of the robots’ orders. What would happen if he…. had an accident? Prak was going to find out.
“I’m gunna’ take out the one in the back.” Prak said to Eric.
“Go for it,” Eric said, absorbed in his battle.
So Prak set out on a mad dash toward the big kahuna…
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in May 23rd, 2009 @ 11:26Prak ran towards the big robot in the back. Klara knew the programming of thse robots, however, she had studied with them in advanced mechanical science two years previously. “Hey,” she yelled to the others. “See the metal squares on their chests? Kick them in, that’ll knock them off balance!” She was immediately struck on the head with a stunning blow from a robot, knocking her to the ground. After shaking her head, she got back up, found the robot among the crowd and aimed an enormous kick at his “snuff box” It crumbled in, fizzling a little bit before the robot fell to the ground, completely unaware of his surroundings.
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in May 23rd, 2009 @ 12:16Sabrina raced after him.
She had absolutely no idea what she was doing, but she seemed to have had the same idea as Prak, and two weapons are better than one, right?
She didn’t have a weapon.
Drat.
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in May 24th, 2009 @ 09:49Alyssa:
Well, now they were fighting for their freedom with robots. A new experience, I suppose. That’s what I was supposed to get, right? Somehow, I was fairly sure that Mom and Dad weren’t thinking of fighting for our lives. Thinking of which, she should start actually concentrating on the fight. Kicking a robot down, she was very thankful that her parents had gotten her Karate lessons three years ago. It hadn’t improved her popularity, but it sure helped here.
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in May 25th, 2009 @ 07:38Mira:
I stayed in the background and threw phials at the robots, trying not to hit my classmates. Most of the time, I made sure that robots didn’t come at us from behind. But we couldn’t hold them forever, especially since most of us were unarmed (though brave) and since they had reinforcements. “Em htiw emoc!” I shouted. “ll’ew keans ni hguorht eht noitalitnev tfahs!”. I doubted that the robots could unscramble it.
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in May 28th, 2009 @ 17:37Prak heard Mira’s plan, but he was on his own path. Klara gave him the information that he had needed. He weaved through the sinister robots. He had to dodge some of there attempts to catch him off balance. He finally got to the main robot. There was a very small square on his upper chest, so Prak attempted to hit it.
The robot was fast, and quickly put him in a headlock while other robots came to take him away. He squirmed out and elbowed the main robot in the chest. It seemed that the lights went out when the robots fell. The flashing of their inner circuitry suddenly died, and all was peaceful… Until the back-up came. He was even bigger than the first main robot, but had not awakened the others. He just stood in the middle of the hallway.
“Nice job, Prak. You signaled for a bigger one!” Eric said angrily.
“Don’t worry…I’ve got it,” It also had a square on its chest. Prak suddenly noticed something. It moved. The square. Ooooh, just WONDERFUL! Prak thought.
Alyssa stepped in front of Prak,”I’ve got this one.” She tied her tail in a pony-tail and formed a karate stance.
((Epic karate battle time, Errata))
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in May 28th, 2009 @ 17:52I fought the robots as best as I could, glad I had stuck with my taekwondo training.
Prak brought down the first command bot, only to have it be replaced by another one…
‘Cut one head off and two grow back… Or, in this case, one twice as tough.’
“A hydra?..” I muttered, punching a robot in its control square. It crumpled to the ground.
‘A hydra is never really in control, is it?…’“It’s a decoy!!” I yelled, “The robots must be remote-controlled!”
I dodged as a robot came hurtling at me and tripped it on its way past.
“There’s too many- Mira’s got the right idea. Let’s go!” I started running towards the ventilation shaft.
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in May 28th, 2009 @ 18:53((maybe we should burn them when we kill them… *knows Greek myths from Percy Jackson))
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in May 28th, 2009 @ 19:32((Well, it’s not actually a hydra. I just meant that when you kill one “command robot”, another one springs up that is twice as strong. That way the decoy command robots keep you occupied. But they don’t actually command any bots.))
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in May 30th, 2009 @ 17:27((I KNOW!!! I was just kiddin’ round’! By the way, I like your avatar. Less colorful, but strangely better…))
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in May 30th, 2009 @ 17:34((Hehe, thanks!
It took me a whole afternoon to edit the original picture to look like that. So. much. erasing…. *shudders*
It was FUN! ))
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in May 30th, 2009 @ 19:01((Obviously we have different opinions of FUN… *wishes he was in Hawaii*))
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in May 30th, 2009 @ 17:39Before Sabrina could get to the robot, Prak took it down. Another one sprang up, bigger than the last one. She kicked its metal butt.
Bad idea.
Alyssa kicked the square on its chest just as it turned around to try and kill Sabrina. It fell over.
Something had her! It must be the backup. Another one? she thought, hoping the thought wouldn’t be her last. She struggled with it, trying to get at its control square, but it lifted her over its head and…
Blackness.
Pain.
Oh, my head.
She couldn’t move!
((She’s unconscious. That can actually happen (the paralysis instead of blacking out). It happened to me once, I fainted when I had the flu.))
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in May 30th, 2009 @ 19:06“Oh great…”
Prak’s plan got Alyssa knocked out, but she strangely seemed awake. She obviously couldn’t move. He suddenly got the air knocked out of him and fell on the ground next to Alyssa. She had a warning, not scared look in her eye as she looked right past me. Prak turned around and realized that the robot was towering over him. He spun a quick kick that threw the robot off balance for a second, with whic he grabbed Alyssa and dashed to safety… He had to find a way to stop the flow of back-up robots, but first he had to find a safe place for Alyssa.
This was getting more dangerous than he expected.
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in May 30th, 2009 @ 20:29((Actually, Sabrina is knocked out/paralyzed. Alyssa is Errata’s character, not RoseQuartz’s.))
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in June 5th, 2009 @ 16:07((Um, oops))
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in June 1st, 2009 @ 15:54((I can’t come on for a while. Sorry about that, we’ll just assume I’m attempting to fight the robot, or sticking with the group if we’re moving. Be back soon-ish!))
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in June 2nd, 2009 @ 04:35Mira:
Well, if they wanted to get captured by the robots, it was none of my buisness. I was running out of phials, and I couldn’t fight more than an occasional kick, which hurt me more than the robot. I ran away with Bellis, then went left next classroom and remade a rickety construction with chairs on a table so that we ccould climb into the shaft.
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in June 6th, 2009 @ 06:37SFTDP:
Can this RPG get its own thread? There are almost 350 posts anyway…
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Robert Coontz (Administrator)
in June 6th, 2009 @ 08:09Done.
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