Continued from Part 3.
The year is 2020. The heroes: a few dozen young men and women, most in their late 20s. Fifteen years earlier, four friendly-seeming but mysterious people gathered them on what was then known as the World Wide Web, dropped hints about an important destiny or mission they were to fulfill, and then vanished. Over the years, some of the group kept in touch; others drifted apart. Now a great danger has brought them all back together again…
I’ve always thought this looked interesting, but I never got around to joining. It looked complicated. I think I might now, though. After all, that’s what a new thread is for, right?
If someone will supply a summary, I’ll be glad to post it at the top (as long as it isn’t too long).
Okay, until Armada comes along and bails us out, here are the basics: This RPG was started by several “older” MBers, whom we are currently PPing. They got hoodwinked by some fake GAPAs who imprisoned Jadestone. Armada and I came to the rescue. She was captured and met Jade, I escaped with the others. KaiYves and Enceladus have joined me and the others after surviving a plane crash. Right now, there was a car cash scene and the older MBers, who will attack the HPBs while the three next-generation MBers free Jadestone and Armada, have got out and are fighting the HPBs while I bring Enc and Kai up to speed on our plots. Oh, and there’s also an important “device” that Shadowkat stole from the fake GAPAs which has an excel spreadsheet electronically stored in it which lists past miserly events and predicts the future. And I’m legally dead and according to the story, the blog went down in 2005. Just ignore that bit. For those who want to read the long version, it’s at comment 146 (just skim the following ones) here, I hope. And the worl is being taken over by HPBs *static*
XD I’m here, sorry. Thanks tons for the new thread, GAPAS!
1- JOIN! JOIN! JOIN! We only have three people writing currently, and Enc hasn’t written anything in ages…we need absolutely everyone we can get.
3- Yup. Nice summary. Thanks.
Now…lemme see. I can’t remember whether I actually ever wrote me waking up…hm. I’ll write another one, anyway. XD
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Armada woke up, and opened her eyes. And then blinked. And opened her eyes again.
Where was she? She couldn’t see anything….
“Hello?” she called, trying to sit up. She bumped her head on a low, sloping ceiling. “Is anyone there?”
She wasn’t expecting an answer. But there was a noise from somewhere to her right, and a voice called out “I am, I think…”
She nearly bumped her head again. “Who’s that?” she said cautiously, trying to stand up. What was going on?
“Jadestone,” said the voice. “You?”
“Armada. What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure. I followed someone I thought was Urania, but she wasn’t, and then there was something pink, and I woke up here….what about you?”
“Uh….” Armada said rather sheepishly. “I tackled Robert. I think.”
“Robert Coontz?”
“Yeah. Except he wasn’t. That was why I tackled him,” she added.
“Ah. I…see. Not.”
Armada sighed, and tried to make her way towards Jadestone. “Anyway. Let’s figure out how to get out of here, shall we?”
“Dates in the future? What KIND of dates?” KaiYves asked, looking nervous.
“Well, the way it looks, each person’s row on the spreadsheet has their date of birth, the dates of their first and last posts, and what might be the date… of their death.”
I think this looks interesting…so it’s just kinda like an RPG?
I’ll lurk awhile.
Actually, it’s more like an RRR. Feel free to join anytime!
((Right. I read the entire story, at great expense to NaNo time, and am ready to join. I need to find a way to work my way into a car already way too full of people, driving at top speed through Florida, and being chased by bunnies. As myself at twenty three. Which won’t be easy, especially as I have no plans to move to FL… Okay.
Bio:
I’ve become a moderately successful writer, trying to eke out a name for myself. I’ve learned Aikido, (The gentle art of getting the heck out of the way) and become somewhat proficient at it. I teach English on the side, to support my writing career. I’m in FL for a writing conference. I never had any information about other MBers, so I lost touch of everyone very soon after MB closed down, and went on with my life.
I think I might also have some paranoid friends that are busy preparing for America’s downfall, which will rain down from the skies in the form of overaggressive clover. It’ll overtake all the other plants, and all that. (Yes, that’s a subtle reference to a geeky source.)That’s an interesting excuse to have a large network of underground hideouts.
I still haven’t figured out how the blazes I’m ever going to figure out it’s you. I suppose the bunnies will help… Okay. That’d work. How ’bout your car runs out of gas right near where I am, and some bunnies recognize me as a potential threat, since I potentially know all about them, and attack me. I’m forced to fight back, and one of you asks if I’m a former MBer because of my knowledge of HBP weaknesses. Or something. That work? Yes, it’s complicated.))
((Wait, I just realized I’m only twenty three or so. Scratch that moderately successful, and change it to something about I’ve had one book published.))
Actually, the people have just got out in my last post. Right now it´s only myself, Enc and Kai in the car and there’s a big street battle going on. But I’ll write some thing about getting more gas as soon as we’re clear so that we can pick you up.
((No, that was an excuse for you to stop. It’s fine. I’ll just walk into the middle of the street battle.))
Or wait, if everyone that’s currently being actually roleplayed is in the car, I want to be in the car too. Hm… We’ll think of something.
“The dates of our deaths? I’m staying home for whenever my date is.” Enceladus said.
“But that’s what it predicts. It knows that people would come stalk you, or something at your house. Whatever you do, it can guess.” KaiYves said.
7.1.1.1- I have an idea; I’ll have a relapse to being bunnified. Enc and Kai will pull over, and you’ll help them buy me a ginger ale to debunnify me.
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“That’s where everyone disagrees.” said bookgirl_me. “Some people think that this is all gibberish, some think that you can change it. Right now, I think that-” she made an inarticulate choking sound and twitch and foam at the mouth. Her irises went pink and she started mumbling something that sounded like… no NO! Bunny, BUNNIFY! NO! Bunnies evil, evil evil… MBers evil, BUNNIFY! No, no…
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Okay, one of you guys can take the wheel. I’ll just twitch and mumble incoherently to myself until you can buy me a ginger ale. Maybe one of you is out of money and Errata helps you pay, or Errata finds it/hands it to you while you’re still looking for it?
9- Okay. I’ll write that now, if you don’t mind.
I walked down the sidewalk. Shame I couldn’t get a parking space any closer to the restaurant, but it couldn’t be helped. The walk would do me good, anyway.
I had been walking right near the street, and I jumped back as a car pulled up right beside me, and a somebody got out. I heard them muttering about Ginger ale. Ginger ale. Ginger ale. What was the significance to that? I almost remembered, but I couldn’t quite. In any case, I knew where some was, and the man that had just gotten out of the car didn’t, judging by how he was looking around, as if he expected it to appear on the side walk. I approached him. “Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but hear that you wanted some ginger ale, and I happen to know where you could get some.”
He focused on me. “Show me. And hurry.”
I led him to the store I’d walked by a moment ago. I knew there was ginger ale in there, as I’d seen it. It wasn’t hard to find, either. I picked up one of those large boxes of them. “This too much?”
“No. No. More is better. Hurry!”
He grabbed it and ran for the counter. I walked more slowly, passing the counter just as he was counting out his money.
“Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Blast! One dollar short!”
I wasn’t sure why, but I felt like I had to help. I stepped up behind him, and pulled out a dollar. “Here.”
He grabbed it and shoved it at the confused saleslady. “Here. Keep the change, and I don’t want a receipt.” He turned to me. “Thanks. Come on, Kai can repay you.”
I followed without thinking. Kai? Where had I heard that before? I felt like I was being bombarded from all sides by phrases that should remind me of something. But what?
We were back at the car before I figured it out. The man I was following had torn the pack open on the way, and shoved the first can at one of the ladies, both of whom had gotten out of the car. One was mumbling incoherently, and the other was looking concerned. She grabbed the can just as hastily, and undid its top. “Thanks, Enc.” She started giving the ginger ale to the other lady, but with that last word, everything had clicked into place. “Enceladus?“
Yay! Thanks for joining!
Just one little thing, though–the MB fanfic is sort of in an RPing category all of its own. It’s sort of RRR-ish….so we write in third person. Other than that, very nice RP.
Oh, sorry. I’ll rewrite that later, but right now I’m frantically working on my NaNo… Or I should be. I should have realized that during all that time I spent writing… Gah.
You couldn’t have kept me from joining, once I got the idea in my head.
Reading, not writing.
‘S’all right. You don’t have to rewrite it, we’ll just change the pronouns in our heads.
“You know me?” Enceladus said, after the woman had said his name incredulously.
“I’m Errata.” She said. “Who are the rest of you?”
“I’m KaiYves.” KaiYves offered. “She’s bookgirl_me. She had been bunnified. That’s where the ginger ale came in. It prevents bunnification.”
“Ok, bunnies are evil. I’m fine now.” bookgirl_me said. “We know that some of the death dates on the spreadsheet are true, but that’s inconclusive.”
“Wait, what?” Errata said.
“We found a spreadsheet type thingy that has names birthdates, and what appear to be deathdates. We’re trying to figure out if it really will happen.” Enceladus offered.
((Can I join? I’d be 23 or 24 depending on what time of the year 2020 we’re in, spring, summer, or fall. And I’m a famous pianist and clarinetist after going to both Indiana and Julliard. Do I need to say what I would look like?))
YES! JOIN! It’s an RRR*; you don’t need to mention what you would look like if you don’t want to. You can just met us now on the street; after seeing someone debunnified you could probably guess that we’re MBers and chime in.
*So you just need to section off the story and the rest, no need for (())
Makes life easier.
Okay!
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Fireandhemlock was in (insert city name) for a piano concert the next week and meanwhile was exploring between rehearsals. As she walked down a street, inspecting her surroundings and peoplewatching, she saw a group of people talking quietly. Her keen ears picked up one of the woman’s exclamation. “Enceladus?”
She smiled and nearly walked by them casually. “Hold it. Did you just say Enceladus? Like the moon?” she asked on a sudden impulse, not knowing why she had said that. They turned around and stared at her. “Wait, you’re that pianist, aren’t you?” one of the women asked. Fireandhemlock nodded. “Yeah, I guess. Who are you guys, and what were you saying about Enceladus?” she persisted. The man coughed. “You see, it’s a name I go under sometimes.” he smiled. “Why?”
Fireandhemlock facepalmed. “And who are the rest of you?” one of the ladies spoke up. “I’m bookgirl, this is KaiYves, and this is Errata.” Fireandhemlock’s eyes widened. “Like the MuseBloggers?” she whispered quietly.
“Yes, the MuseBloggers. Not just like them, but the MuseBloggers.”
Enceladus said.
Jussasec, guys….I can’t quite remember what the plan with Jade and I was. Are we not supposed to escape? Because if not, I’m sorta stuck here with nothing to do for a long time….
I could PP the non-writing characters, I suppose.
((I read that as “Jurassic, guys…”))
Uh….good to know…. XD
We’re supposed to come and get you as soon as we wrap up the introductions, but you can escape and met us half-way if you want.
All righty…can’t write now, because I’m not supposed to be on the computer, but I’ll do that tomorrow.
Jurassic- yeah, I thought so at first too.
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Fireandhemlock stared at the four young adults in wonder. “I’m… I’m Fireandhemlock. Fireh. f+h.” She smiled. “This is surreal!” then her face fell. “But what happened to the GAPAs, the MB itself?” The other four looked at each other. Enceladus, who had apparently elected himself spokesperson, shrugged. “It’s a long story.”
“Meaning that you don’t really know, huh?” the 23-year old girl asked, a small smile ghosting over her lips as she twirled her long dark hair around one of her fingers. “But… so, guys, I’ve been terribly out of it. Basically just going from concert to concert. What’s been going on?”
“The GAPAs are missing, fake GAPAs are holding Armada and Jade captive, the world is being taken over by HPBs and we´re all going to die next Tuesday.” said bookgirl_me, still a bit unsteady on her feet after the attempted bunnification. She checked her watch. “Zark, if we want to get there on time, we need to get moving now. Someone else will have to drive though. I can give you directions. Fireh, Errata, will you come with us?”
“Sure, but I’ve got a rehearsal this evening.” Fireh replied.
” I’m supposed to be examining Minoan artifacts right now, but some things take precedence.” KaiYves told her.
“Umm… I think with HPBs taking over the world, missing a rehearsal will soon be the least of your problems. Especially of some of our furry friends get by the other MBers. We should get moving; staying in the same place for so long is a bad idea.”
“Of course I can! I don’t have any plans for the next while, the conference I was at just ended.” Errata said.
As they all got into the car, Errata began plying them with complex questions about how they’d gotten here, what they’d been doing for all that time, and a thousand other things.
The others answered as best they could, though bookgirl_me added a note of bitterness to her answers. “Somehow, being legally dead doesn’t seem much of an advantage in politics. Besides, how am I supposed to say I survived? Add that to the fact that I hate my job because I was bunnified most of the time. I thought I could actually change something…”
Could somebody do a compilation? I’ve read some previous stuff, but I don’t want to explore all of the fanfic. I’d like to join, if the plot isn’t too terribly complex/confuzzling by now…
PS. Or a summary, as I assume the fanfic is several miles long in webpages by now.
JOIN! See post 3.
Rosebud2 was in {insert city here} for the next few days, after an appearance at the local bookstore. Although her first book hadn’t exactly been wildly popular, she made the occasional visit. She didn’t write full-time– the proceeds from the novel weren’t anything to live on-but wrote on the side of her graphic design job. Right now she was looking for somwhere to pick up a few groceries. She spotted a small store, and went in. Two people were talking near one of the registers.
“Enceladus, I–” one of them began.
“Enceladus?” Rosebud thought. What an odd name. But it sounded… familiar, as if she’d heard it before years ago. Then she realized it: Museblog! She could remember that day, so many years ago, when the blog closed, with only “BLOG CLOSED DUE TO” as an explanation.
“Enceladus!” she said.
The duo turned her way. “Do I know you?” Enceladus asked.
“Well,” Rosebud2 said, “in a sense. Did you happen to ever post on MuseBlog?”
SFTDP, but I just realized that doesn’t fit.
OKay, this is a rewrite of me meeting enceladus and those with him.
Rosebud2 was in {insert city here} for the next few days, after an appearance at the local bookstore. Although her first book hadn’t exactly been wildly popular, she made the occasional visit. She didn’t write full-time– the proceeds from the novel weren’t anything to live on-but wrote on the side of her graphic design job. Right now she was looking for somwhere to pick up a few groceries. She spotted a small store, and pulled into the parking lot. She spied a group of people nearby, holding several empty bottles of ginger ale.
She got out of her car. Rosebud couldn’t help over hearing the strange group’s conversation.
“-trying to figure out if it will really happen,” one of them said.
Another conintued. “Enceladus is right.”
“Enceladus?” Rosebud2 thought. What an odd name- it couldn’t be his real one. Yet the name sounded vaguely familiar.
“bookgirl_me, are you sure..” she heard.
Rosebud stopped and turned back towards the mysterious gathering. Enceladus looked up. “Do I know you?” he inquired, glancing at the short woman with long red hair.
“In a sense,” Rosebud2 replied. “I believe you were a Museblogger?”
ARMADA! ENCELADUS! KAIYVES!
((Sorry! I don’t know what I write!))
*runs over* *skids to stop* Sorry! Sorrysorrysorry! I haven’t been checking MB much lately! *writes*
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“Get out of here? I like that idea….” Jade muttered. “Let’s see. Finding an exit might be the first thing to do….”
“Yeah,” Armada agreed. “I’m trying not to walk into a wall here…” There was a crashing noise. “Oops. I think that was a box or something.”
“A box? What does it have in it?”
“Hmm. Let’s see.” There were more crashing noises. “A piece of….metal? That could be useful, if we run into….something opposing us.”
“Yeah. Any chance of there being a flashlight?”
“Nope, I don’t think so….but HEY! I just remembered something! I always carry one of those glow-stick things with me for emergencies. Just a sec.” There was a moment of silence, and then Armada’s face appeared in the glow of the light stick. She shone it around the space, revealing that they were in some type of warehouse-room place. There was a door, but it appeared to be locked. The two girls walked over to it, and examined it. Armada handed the piece of metal, which turned out to be a length of pipe, to Jade. “Okay, any ideas?”
“All of our jobs are going to have to be put on the line for the moment. Right now, our job is to find out what’s going on with these fake GAPAs, the skyjacker who blew up the plane Enc and I were on, and these HPBs.” KaiYves said.
“So our job is to be… MuseBloggers?” Enceladus asked.
“Yes.” Bookgirl said.
I want to start a fanfiction called, “G.I. Muse: The Rise of Koko”. What do you guys think?
Like G.I. Joe? That sounds interesting.
*revives thread* This shall not die! Come back, people!
COME BACK PEOPLE! OR NEW PEOPLE COME!!! PLEASE! THHERE MAY BE A REWARD!!
((I’m here!))
((*returns*))
“People, I hate to burst your bubble, but I don’t think that the bunnies will wait for us to have a tearful reunion. We need to get going!” bookgirl_me said tensely.
Fireh nodded. “I guess this does take predecence. We can catch up later, if we need to. Come on!” she grinned. “This is so far-out. I can’t believe this is actually happening.” Enceladus rolled his eyes before smiling as well. “Hey, we’re MuseBloggers, former members of “your own personal improbability drive” as I believe one of the GAPAs said.” he remarked.
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I’m pretty sure Rebecca said something like that once.. can’t remember quite where or why, though.
Also, what happened to my gravatar?!
((If you use Gravatar, then that means that the gravatar you’re currently using is rated at least PG.
Also, can I join this thread?))
Of course!
((Hu. *putters off to check that*))
The wine-haired young woman had been listening to the group from behind, and her eyes widened at the sound of the names, but she remained hidden. The catalyst was when Enceladus openly stated that they were MuseBloggers, and that was when she decided to join them.
“Hey, guys!” she smiled, walking up to them.
“Who are you?” Armada stated in a no-nonsense tone.
She pretended to notice the nature of fireh’s statement. “Mira Rose, actress and past MuseBlogger. You know me.”
Kai, Enceladus, Errata, Armada, and Rosebud looked confused, while fireh and bookgirl seemed to be figuring it out. The woman pouted. “Really, I’m shocked. You don’t remember Witchneko? Or AvalonGirl, as I was called before that? I got a job, but I never forgot you guys, even after years.”
Fireh smiled. “Hey, AG! Of course I remember you!” she hugged AvalonGirl briefly. “But really, we need to get moving. Right?”
((I fixed my gravatar! Like it? It’s new. :lol:))
DEAD….. Revive! Come on!
Errata frowned.
“It it just me, or are there a whole bunch of MuseBloggers in a really small space? This is a really wild coincidence, if you think about it! I mean, seriously? Not counting those that have been traveling together, that’s the…” She did a quick head count. “Fifth former MBer that’s turned up.”
She shrugged. “Whatever. Are we done with the tearful greetings, or do we want to wait around to see if more of us turn up?”
Bookgirl_me wrinkled her forehead, thinking. “It might have something to do with the thing Shadowcat stole. If only there were instructions…” she muttered, then snapped out of it and got into the van with the other MBers.
“I hate driving,” Witchneko grumbled. “I just redyed my hair to crimson last week.” She pulled herself closer to the window and further away from Bookgirl.
“…What does that have to do with driving?” fireh asked, rolling her eyes.
“Nothing, but I’m entitled to my right of irritability,” the redhead answered snarkily.
“I’m sure you weren’t this irritable fifteen years ago,” Errata hissed under her breath from the front of the car.
“Oh, you have no idea-huhwhat?!” Witchneko replied, stopping in the middle of her sentence to do a double take as she looked at bookgirl incredulously. “Shadowcat? I don’t remember anyone called that!”
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Character description.
Age: 22
Height: 5’7
Weight: She won’t tell, but somewhere around average for her age, likely a bit below.
Body type: Thin, muscled from long years as a non-competitive gymnast. Curvy.
Eye color: Green, with flecks of brown.
Hair: Color changes; but naturally a deep chocolate brown with a reddish tint. Cut to her shoulders, wavy, bangs tucked behind her ears.
Style: Tennis outfit. Skort+tank top, comes in colors of white, teal, and orange. Never seen without a light gray jacket. Wears slip-on white sneakers.